I guess I'm drowning
Or am I?
Waiting to be pulled under
At any moment
Slipping from above and beyond
Behind drawn curtains
And nonexempt from
The pervasive pangs of humiliation
And defeat
Artificial ties that bind
The empty corridors echo
As my shaky legs surf
Above the ocean
Noble and agile
Balanced and innocent
No longer
The strain of till-death-do-us-part
Consumes me
The false narrative
Insisting I believe
Instead I embrace the libido-killing boredom
Unstoppable waves of
Swirling sexual frustration
Dysfunctional on all levels
Resigned to confusion
And shame
And unhappiness
Sacrificing desire for family stability?
Eroticism come to me
Emotional intimacy of isolation
Free me from the transitory coldness
You adorn
The ball and chain cloak
Around my neck
Am I drowning?
Sometimes awakenings
Can feel wet.
