gaping whole

A man has a gaping whole
in him. In fact it is all
he seems to be. He thinks
that a woman can fill,
somehow this loss and
lack of unity.

If he thinks about it,
this lack, this want
isn't sticking out
so much as in.

But there is no doubt
hers is one part
of the hole
that he feels
as it deepens
inside of him.

We are more than
just holes, and
unfit parts
that we sometimes level
and charge us with.

But that's part
of the role
we need to play,
that needs to play us
if we want to win
the bliss

The risk
is that we cannot trust
ourselves, for one thing.
Not to begin with. Nor
can we trust someone
else to the end.

But I have and I shall
have trusted you,
my love. You have been
my unjust
friend.

In the sense of "not just."
Which we have to be,
I think. Unjust,
and concerned in self
not just to be free,
but bound as well.
As it pleases us
to be of some help.
To be of some use,
and dependably so.
So desperately our duty, our word
calls us to perform
what we tell. It's a huge mistake
if we give into it
but grudgingly, as if

we know we are sacrificing
for benefit. It's a bet
we place, or win, or at any rate
show.