I was young and light
Not yet undone
An unresisting prey to
Profane violence
Many a wound.
I was too precise
Stranger to riddles and
Female beds
They asked me love them
Scarcely understood,
Deities of love.
I may err on this, but
It was not an easy thing to do
Uncharted senses
What did they really want?
Unaware of the privilege of dissolution
Turned adrift
Now, I sang their pain.

T. Byram Karasu, MD is the author of Rags of My Soul

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