To have gripped
And lolled your weight on my shoulders
Ungirdled , yet tensile by the logs it bear
Who knew
So few,
to have guessed the hands
you held soft-----once ungloved
Could get the coarsest jobs clear
For those eyes taken to be
Haunting and killing and more
Could belch the dread I live in and
Charcoal smear…
Satin mien of pink
now dappled with blotches
------burnt ?
Oh damn, no sabotage meant
Yet no harm.
But what to be done
to have loved the hated e’erafter
Shun me ?
Take it easy
Tell me to puff the dirt off
my laughter ?
3 comments:
I'm scared of you, you know that, right, darling mine?
Well....what do i write...actually i dont even know if im supposed to write anything at all....i shouldnt be presumptious...but the subject of this poem is pretty obvious....i wish i was half as good a poet as u are...well written buddy...and u know its hard to say that when the joke's on you....its just that i never imagined i wud have to read something like this...coming from you...
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