Perpetuity

I am not
        Wife
I am not
        Mistress
I am something
              Other
entirely.

I am the design
for which you
searched
so long, so far.

Until finding, 
you lay me cold
in the hands of
a stranger
stretched out in 
his chair
and closed your eyes
against light that never
dims.

I am the blue
that dripped into your
blood
becoming One.

Until now, 
there is nothing to
cleave.
Wherever you cut
wherever you break
the blue of me 
bleeds.

I am the pain
each pierce of the
needle
just deep enough
(a little deeper)
each puncture shooting
me through.

Until at last, 
I dissolve into the
ragged breath 
rising
from your wounded
heart.

I am the beauty
the enigmatic beauty
that can neither be
hidden 
      nor
erased

the inexplicable beauty
of which you shall
never
     be
free

No
not even 
in the
      grave.

©sdrogers 23 march 2014

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