Hard Love

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Dreams take you willynilly where you do

Not want to go except one part you insists,

Or, secret, hidden, deep down parts renew

Scars.  History waits for you inside like cysts

Your under self knows well need lancing, so

The point of necessary steel brings slice.

The curing happens when your dreams are low

Enough that you cannot escape.  Dry ice

Is needed then to freeze the cure inside

Your dreams so they cannot return and hurt

You in your living.  You are like a bride

Who’s penetrated by swift wedding’s spurt.

  You move in mornings, noons and twilights then

    Protected by  this surgery from men.