TWO SIDES OF THE SAME COIN


Held,

but not embracing;

as pain dominates.

Revulsion and rejection meld;

quickly replacing

the lust from our dates.

A chill infuses your eyes.

Ice instead of the love expressed.

The passion of an hour ago, undone.

Accused of lies;

the one you caressed

is the one whom you shun.

The sensual artist in a crooked frame;

pain creating different curves.

The lover remains; she is just hidden.

Two sides of a coin; one and the same.

A sensuous body with contorting nerves;

disability unchosen and unbidden.

Twisted; limbs in crooked torment.

Hurting from more than physical pain;

I gaze. Eyes misted;

surrounded by your scent.

Only the crumpled sheets remain

as you leave; unassisted.

(c) Heather Carol 2019