Beloved

She said, I was her heart’s desire,

her beloved.

Sometimes

I think

she meant it.

I think

sometimes

I felt it too.

But now I feel 

empty

of desire

I feel

only strangeness

holding her heart in my hand.

I feel it pulsating with life.

I feel the blood flowing like tears,

while she lies still,

so still,

empty

emptied 

of desire

heartless,

like me.

http://www.sirenscallpublications.com/pdfs/SirensCallEZine_Winter2022.pdf