You looked for a well and found a sea. A man is a false mirror that the sun's daughter hurls against the cliffs in rage, a man is a lie, incomprehensible to pure children, a man is a rotten fruit rejected by proud lips. Beautiful sisters, come high up to the strongest rocks, we are all fighting women, heroines, horsewomen, eyes of innocence, brows of heaven, rosy faces, heavy breakers and soaring birds, we are the least expected and the darkest red, tigerspots, taut strings, fearless stars. She is big and strong with fists secretly clenched. She wears a hopeful smile under grieving eyes.
Pain batizes the children and sits up with the mother and forges all the golden wedding rings.
I need this every time. Take your lies, get off my case. Someday I will find a love that flows through me like this. This will fall away, this will fall away. I ll be dead.