worthless fem
Executioner
I told you my darkest shame,
the ghost that haunted my cloistered heart
and drained me of all meaningful colour
beyond my make-up.
I gazed from behind my screen
of silence, repression,
my guilt perfectly hidden,
no tears running along my cheeks
in rivulets inviting empathy
but now my ghost is found,
tricked out from behind my deceitful wall
into the honest daylight. I, startled,
gasped as a chill breeze of truth
blew suddenly in upon us,
dispersing my ivy defences
Oh, my eyes met yours
and suddenly I felt much less alone
as instead of disgust and contempt or even pity
I saw your dancing in a whirling wheel
of what I guessed must be conflicting feelings,
but all the same
you laid your hand on mine
and smiled at me
only in that moment of recognition
did I see the fountain of love
erupting out of you
and drenching me
with more than simple compassion,
more even than understanding,
but love's pure freedom
the ghost that haunted my cloistered heart
and drained me of all meaningful colour
beyond my make-up.
I gazed from behind my screen
of silence, repression,
my guilt perfectly hidden,
no tears running along my cheeks
in rivulets inviting empathy
but now my ghost is found,
tricked out from behind my deceitful wall
into the honest daylight. I, startled,
gasped as a chill breeze of truth
blew suddenly in upon us,
dispersing my ivy defences
Oh, my eyes met yours
and suddenly I felt much less alone
as instead of disgust and contempt or even pity
I saw your dancing in a whirling wheel
of what I guessed must be conflicting feelings,
but all the same
you laid your hand on mine
and smiled at me
only in that moment of recognition
did I see the fountain of love
erupting out of you
and drenching me
with more than simple compassion,
more even than understanding,
but love's pure freedom
