When the woman you live with …

When the woman you live with 

makes you survive,

and life is a hive of buzzing disagreement –

all intended but

never owned;

all retained and

never let go –

you find it hard not to reject all of her kind;

for the hurt she’s inflicted on you

is quite precisely political 

in its arc of casual and hissing abuse.

Yet when I leave her circle 

and see myself elsewhere,

and sense the truth of womanhood 

needs not to be this despair I have experienced 

and felt for such a long while,

and felt for such a long hurt,

then I am – even now, 

after everything which has 

rained – able to see,

within myself,

the strongest of desires to sire myself renewed,

as I hope some day I might be imbued 

with the transparency 

of the love that kindly women out there 

are able to bestow on my ways of seeing

and being.

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