Torn Apart Poem by Pheko Motaung

Torn apart by when you want to hear
If mine are still the footsteps of trepidation
When I come to your bed and beg to be loved
I am alerted to the frighteful and delightedful
Fact that you are glad that I am not betraying you

Torn apart by the swirling emotions that fill your heart
When you find that I have not promised myself to leave you
Desire overpowers your distrust and your initial incaution
My body that you use is not for sale it is iron implanted
In your mind and your dreams to build trust between me and you