Sterile Knot of Desire
The canopy was beaming beneath radiant stars, as whirling
wedding night dances swirled round and round the garden …
But her husband crippled, his manhood puerile,
Fate untied their sterile knot of desire.
The world seemed to shrug; she felt herself
scorned. Passersby avoided her eyes ...
Was it she'd been abandoned, deficient found?
Or had the clock just run out on her cries?
July 01, 2018
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