Crab And Capricorn Poem by Mihaela Pirjol

Razor-sharp the sound of your words,
lacerating with cruelty;
with jealousy, and obsession,
into the wounds of my heart
you do not permit to heal.

But I have learnt to atrophy
the hallucinogenic songs of illusion,
and the fascinating planets of your eyes;
I have learnt to mend, to stitch,
and seal the fragile love-jelly
in the carapace of determination: —

Throw further words heavy as stones,
and my carapace shall re-percuss them
into your capricious caprine horns:
breaking your ego, and crumbling at my feet: —
and it shall smash in thousands of pieces
beneath my feet, as I tread on it mercilessly,
as you did to my heart!

—The duel of love is over!
what we to do? —elucidate the mystery of love?
we are two weary musical-battlefield fighters:
too tired to fight any longer: —carapace and horns! —
you pick the pieces of your broken ego,
and I, those of my broken heart,
and leave the battle—to heal,
in a secret silence.