- Non-Erotic Poetry
- I am a woman, know my fears...
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I am afraid of slamming doors that you might never reopen, leaving me to lie awake at night, reaching out to caress your naked flesh and finding cool sheets instead.
I am afraid the bitterness of our last fight will obliterate the good times and give me the excuse
to forget why I love you.
I am afraid my next lover will like my hair six inches shorter (how you screamed at me for cutting it), and my olive breasts with nipples colored brown by foreign ancestors (how different from the light-skinned pink beauties you suckled before mine).
I am afraid that my belly will swell with a stranger's seed; the names I secretly picked out for our children lying at the bottom of my wicker hope(less) chest.
But, mostly I'm afraid to live a life alone and discover how many years I've wasted on you.
