Shallow

I do not shrink from shallowness, nor do I
Place myself above the mindless machinations
Of my unrelenting DNA. Sent for a pain,
Which since has ended, to a group
Of therapists to be, I feared, manipulated,
Hectored, hurt by some Brunhilda in a room
I could not leave, I found myself, instead,
Attended to by one so lovely that I sank
Into her large, brown eyes. I nearly swooned
Each time she spoke, and shuddered when
Her fingers touched me. Take me! Twist me!
Never say I'm finished and I ought to go.
I have appointments for four weeks, but I,
Not wholly without sparks of cleverness
(Though I am shallow), understand what I
Must do: once my new love has said I'm
Better, I will have to hurt myself some way
To keep her close at hand, to placate all
The DNA which longs to link with hers.



Poetry by Lawrence Beck The PoetBay support member heart!
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Written on 2021-07-29 at 02:20

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