I do not want to be your weeping woman
holding you to me with a chain of grief.
I could more easily bear the flames of your anger
than the frost of your kisses empty of desire:
I do not want to be your gentle lover
dragging you to me on a rope of pity.
Sooner that you never touched me than that you ever
should touch me from a distance made of mercy:
I do not want to be your silent mother
always forgiving and smiling and never loving.
If you forget me, forget me utterly. Never
come to my arms without interest: I shall know it:
I do not want to be your weeping woman
pinning you to me with a sword of tears.
I do not want to be your weeping woman.
Alison Boordson
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/i-do-not-want-to-be-your-weeping-woman/
