Woman's voice in passion is unique. What man says & what woman hears affects her voice. |
no sweet sung syllables from passion's lips can spring, they have been forever buried... immersed in painful shame of a common sameness shared, drowned in the knowledge that it was not MY voice, but only that voice, THE voice, you roused in cherished care. for i who had no voice at all before you raised my lioness roar err thought my exclamations of love unique melodies sung for you alone, yet you say the voice is not rare, it belongs to a universal goddess the culmination of desire the spastic shout of all sated women without variable or originality and you know this is true, for i am not the first you gave voice to, that hearing it was familiar employ so now i lay robbed of an infant joy i once found in my jubilant cries. i am fresh again forsaken, broken, betrayed by my own song of bliss my newborn voice now mute abyss. so in sorrow i turn to the wall in tears to swallow back what i had lost for years. silenced deep by your words, it did depart, leaving voiceless echo in my heart through caverns made by him before my passion silent evermore. © 2007 Inner Beauty |