No Man's Land

I.

The Earth or the sky?
Maybe in between.
Always in doubt.
Your country or your home?
Knowing or believing
that here is where you belong.
Some things are meant
to stay concealed.
Stay right where you are.
When the war breaks out,
You'll know exactly
which side to choose.

II.

She has not been touched
by a man in many years.
Her love is her belief.
Her satisfaction is her faith.
At night, she looks up
towards Holy Heaven.
Sounds escape from her mouth,
like cathedral bells at dawn.
She wakes up filled with
the seed of only her
God and Saviour.
Her womb, a drawing book
waiting to be sketched
upon by her Lord.

III.

“I cannot understand women,”
he says, as he scratches
his balls in frustration.
He cannot understand
why she complicates things?
Why does she cry?
What does she mean, when she says,
‘You just don't understand me at all.’
He wishes he could jump inside
her head and read her brain
like a coding manual.
But even then, he would never
choose the one for dummies.
He wasn't one and she wasn't
a language he could ever memorize.

IV.

She thought of him
as she touched
her own lips.
She thought of him,
as she kept her
hand on her lap.
Her fingers making circles
on her own thighs.
She thought of him as
she kissed herself in the mirror.
Then she looked at her eyes
and thought about how
she could never find
anyone as fascinating
as her own self.
So, she made love
to her own desire
and thought of how he
probably could never find
her borders no matter
how hard he tried.