Knight of the Xanthippe

Afraid to love
Afraid to touch
Afraid to live

Have you found yourself?
Have you sought out wedded bliss to make yourself whole?
Or have you simply subsumed your will again
To one who seems to have better judgement?

There is a core of the real to you
Behind the masks
Behind the clothes
Behind the mystique

Why do you fear to draw blood, dame,
When so much of it is already on your hands?

And what will you do when you find
That the entire nightmare has begun anew?

Perhaps, just perhaps, you will find yourself