Torn Shapes of Desire

The shape of her love
is gut-wrenching.

Unspoken fear that
this time
will be the last
he will go back
to his wife
leaving her alone
in emptiness.

She dances on knives
abandoning everything
for touch of warm hands
fevered lips
whispered promises.

Though she knows
better than anyone
that he is a liar.

she dances
till feet lie torn
conscience is screaming
and guilt is the shape
of her love.

M.A. Mohanraj
September 4, 1993