the eternal silence
of the white page lies
shattered by
the eternal anger
of my black ink
it’s an exercise
a dance
as enduring as
human emotion
in essence
but lasting
much longer
in the span
of time
it is here
that I write
my document
a testament
of a woman’s
boundless
desire for love
and a man’s
unquenchable
desire for solitude
inexplicably drawn
together by
God or fate
a spiraling
ritualistic drama
but is it a divine comedy
or a Greek tragedy?
An excerpt from Her Excellency’s Telepathic Garden, a new poetry book on which I am working.
