Letter to Eide*

He has left me again,

Left me for the pale breasts

Of her sighs,

Left me for the world she

Tangles so easily on her pillow.

In this silence that always follows

I grow thin and tragic,

Wear only black,

Bare my belly to the moon,

And wonder when you,


Left me.

*Eide: “Goddess within”, Greek concept of female soul