Driftwood

Her body lies like
Driftwood on the sand
Oceanic desires wash over it each night
That is how she feels
singled and unloved
Driftwood on the sand.
 
The  brittle exterior glistens in the sun
Uptight in the day, holding its own
A woman who does not understand.
 
That  she will  grow  brittle day by day
braving  the waves of unmet desires
drifting gladly, as lemmings do
to her  final annihilation.