Traps

We all want to be sexy girls
We want to advertise our fertility and beckon
Those spirits who might love us because we are fecund

We want to be noticed
For the grounded calm we can breathe into
our loves
Our lovers, who come to depend on us for care
Overlooking the ways we have become untethered from ourselves in service
Because we wear too many masks

We want to love our bodies, our breasts
Reflected in the mirrors around us
But we can never be sure
That what we were told about loving ourselves
Adheres in the flesh
Or is simply a part of a dream
That shifts and morphs with the passage of time
So we take preference to the touch of a momentary passion
Its sharp point driving to escape the crushing pain of intimacy
And the mother's arms that hold our salvation
Become an impossible cage for our restless hearts