We Belong Poem by Deva De Silva

A rope twisted in anger
uncoils its heavenly knots
In the silence of an April night
a woman’s husky tone
crawling over the wire
breaks the monotone
making a liar of my being
'He belongs to me! '
A brittle straw
in the scorching sun
turned defiant
A dying rice plant
shed of its seeds,
to be replaced
with tender crop
Concealing a sob
I plead with veins in my toes
to contain my finger tips
I plead with reason
to be merciful, in vain
What does it all mean?
A rat drenched in grime
in a sewage pipe
drags its body out
from a hole in my stomach
leaving its soggy trail behind
on its journey towards
A new thatch.
My eyes follow its cussed fate
Now in the dark,
A coarse tongue grates my ear.
A strange fem voice
Does it sedate yours?
Your face claws at
The core of my bloody guts
Ripping them apart
To uproot a bond so deep
Should I let you go?
Should I let her in?
My heart weeps, your name
You are mine