by Ted Guhl

I don't care if you love me.
Or if I love you.

Sex holds no more mystery for me either.

Kissing has no power to delight
or distract,
unless it is playful.

The Damnation:

I don't want to play with you now.

Let judgment fall on ears grown used
to hearing without guilt.

No pain but your own pain.

Rejection - gifts of suffering - without thanks.
Or better - no more gifts to you, now or ever.

Voices should be a single song that never stops.

Your hair, face, eyes like everyone's, until none
can say you are not their sister.

Emptiness should surround you, invade you, become
you.

Finally,
God should let you hear her laughter.