trembling, she opened her heart,
quietly, she whispered,
'let's go.'
(Terri St. Cloud. "Let's Go". Her White Tree)
"Open your heart", he says, but it's not my true heart he means...it's my vagina. I find the words in the poem above simply beautiful...touching...personally meaningful...yet soiled by my husband's expression.
How do I find unsoiled beauty in my life again?
How often "Truth" is expressed not in words, however eloquent, but by action !!
ReplyDeleteEliza Doolittle: "Words, words, words ! I'm so sick of words ! Is that all you blighters can do?"
Yes, there are so many times when I have felt like Eliza Doolittle!
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