We grew in noxious soil and fed on dirt;
We yearned for just a moment without hurt.
Our selfishness ensured all felt abused;
Every apple fell shrivelled and bruised.
His masculine scent entranced me,
Hidden in a dense wood.
The moon illuminated him,
And held me where I stood.
You ached to escape our boisterous world;
Craved the smooth caress of porcelain skin.
You inhaled his creamy strawberry scent;
Dreamed of the ecstasy that lay within.
Brutal hands of men scolded me;
They hungered to devour.
Cruel words of men lectured me,
Asserted their power.
Your kindness took my hand and held my gaze,
Giving me what my father would withhold.
Each night I swirled inside your savage storm,
Where your love left me outside in the cold.
Invaded while strangers consumed;
Screamed when I saw his face.
Men I didn’t know entered my room;
I let them take his place.
You spent many years showing me contempt;
Being divorced somehow made you exempt.
Nothing I did ever made you feel proud;
Even at your end you played to the crowd.
The gatekeeper showed me into the gloom;
Through thick leather flaps, he renewed my doom.
In a shrunken way, lost souls played the game;
In a drunken haze, men sprayed walls with shame.
I am often haunted by thoughts of you;
More and more with each solitary day.
Nobody could ever compare to you;
I just wish life had allowed you to stay.