Do you not see the unshed tear
Do you not hear the tinkle of a heart shattered
Or the crunch of the callous as they lay their feet
On a bloody field of human debris
Of tissue, sinew, muscle, fat, skin, mass
Hopes, dreams, desires
Imagined destinies …
Emotions cast aside as carrion
The subject dissolved into obscurity
As she looks at you.
Do you not see the hollow heart?
That yearns to beat once more in the dark?
Her eyes seek to find in some pool of reflection
A kind soul in search of home
She seeks to know and be known
In the tendrils of the flesh
In the smouldering wet, red, space
In which mysteries are laid bare
As flesh meets the saint
In the hallow space of confession
The bed, the field, the dark corner of the night,
She seeks to know … and Be Known
Can you not see the woman? Or hear her cry?
The smile that masks a thousand yearnings …
The hips that sway in search of a finger to still them.
Is She that much of a Mystery?
Or is it easier to turn away
Would you turn to dust
If you heard the unspoken word
Would you turn to dust
If you felt the tear that seeks the ground
For some form of embrace?
Bairavee Balasubramaniam, 12-4-2015, Madurai, India
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What deep and profound beauty Dr. B. Thank-you. This speaks on a level that words can rarely touch. It was certainly inspired. Amazing are you.