Conflict Poem by Imogene Wagner

I damn you! Curse you bitterly and fierce
With every female vengeance to amend
The hurt your simple apathy can pierce
Into this heart which you so briefly tend,
“Be gone I cry of love, I will erase! ”
But in unguarded moments I forget
And over me the image of your face
And through my loin desires tangling net
So at this moment furiously and whipped
I taunt I hate you! Hate you! , loud and shrill
Because my love refuses to be stripped
And sings its freedom song above my will;
I cannot kill, nor cow, nor opiate
A heart which claims its own and kneels to wait.