Saturday, February 14, 2004

Stretched

Curvaceous, lissome boundaries,
fluid, flowing sense of self.
Merging unconsciously
into bed rock conditioning.
Me-them, them-me;
ceding, receding.
I am no more theirs
than completely mine.

The constant tug-of-war,
of must with want,
coloured by the need to be.
Ivory tower
half transformed,
into the stone dwellings
of dwarfs.

Daughter, woman, person.
Bubbling cauldron of witches' brew.

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