Women in love

WOMEN IN LOVE

your words tell of such dark longing
the only light: man's infidelity
and that such a bitter burning

still you clutch the moth
and the flame
expecting love from the captive
constancy from the chained

and when the moth escapes
his razor wings
slash cruel and gaping wounds
sore and slow to heal

you bind them in manuscript
even then
slaved with the balm of indignation
the blood will stain the page

and like a gardener does
lost love are 'potted on' to blossom
into hideous blooms
such fertile ground
such fertile ground