Notes on Pain
1
between us
a wounded silence
of pain, torturous
across the room
endless horizon
of invisibility
studied distances -
your eyes
gaze furtively
i catch them
and quickly
you turn away
i sit transfixed
feverishly nursing
a throbbing head
you swing and fling
arms and voice
above the rest
of the dancers moving
to the rock music
of a rained-in party.
i do not know anymore
how to read
eyes, motions
of protection.
i do not know anymore
how to shed layers
of pretensions.
2
women, feminists say
do not make each other
enemies, after the phase
of loving and sharing
warm beds and starlit nights
both feel the same pain
but patriarchy
is such a good mentor
and we have been
good students.
3
the moon with an iris
hallowed in the skies
a pastel hue of blue
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poem by Aida Santos
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