Not Your Woman
You drifted agrestal from the north
Feral as a Kaimanawa horse
Well muscled, sure-footed and tough
With a winter chill in your heart
And a devils dirge in your soul
That no love could mend or mellow
Long wild black hair shadows
Scars on chiselled features
Link with chains of tattooed skulls
Lazer eyes hard with long steady gazes
That would suddenly become lost of purpose
Sealed my fatal attraction
I became yours somehow
Though too soon that electric connection
Lost its rhythmic pulse
You were too damaged, too dangerous, and too menacing
Your mouth a twisted bend in the river
A slow lazy smile or flash flood of whisky anger
High-octane violence and cliff-hanging hangovers
I was soon silenced from the mood of your fist
And learned to beg for my life
In the last near death bashing
The emptiness in me left you
Bad to the bone
In the eye of your storm
A cannonball hole in my heart
I am no longer your woman
Simone Inez Harriman
(This poem is unpublished)