An Uncertain Kind of Aloneness
When we first met
her hair was
the same colour as
tropical sand
caressed by waves
and the sea ..
So when I close my
eyes slow now,
I can maybe still
find us,
on an empty beach
somewhere
and with any luck
about to become
naked ..
Although we are
never alone are we ..
They just
placed a camera
and a microphone
inside the belly
of my mandolin ..
How else can they
possibly
continue to rape
and abuse us ..
Now that our pride
and dignity are gone ..