I’ve no heart,
just ribs and sinew
and the empty, musty space
that muscle usually occupies.
I am a woman, a cave
the depth is immeasurable,
you’ll never know
what to expect. What words
what love I can contain.
Filed under lust and love, Musings, poetry, Uncategorized, writing
I love the empty, musty space. The idea of a woman as a cave – very interesting stuff.
thank you. I loved your’s this week, twitches.
I agree with Twitches ~ this image of the empty space is great. But the addition of “musty” makes the image even better. This is a space I can see, smell and feel. Like somewhere I’ve been before. That makes the poem very immediate.
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