Poem: Dominant Voice

By sarah 22 Nov 2001

Whose voice is speaking, yours or hers or mine?
Though we spoke as one, in blood, pleasure and pain—
a story to keep us entertained—things changed.

<p>Thinking the voice is yours, you made demands.<br />

Thinking it was hers, she screamed in pleasure’s bands.<br /> But perhaps it is mine because I walked away.<br />

<p>Struggling to make ourselves seem real,<br />

controlling what we felt and thought,<br /> we cried for meaning in our chains<br />

<p>and pleasure brought us together.<br />