I do not do married men.
I am surprised once more.


Some Time

In this time of adding
Insouciance's so hoisted
I trust my limbs
To dance
Me far away from the
Sad suspicions.

I know as I sit in the corner
You do not get to know what you want
Swerve yourself
And leave me nicely me.

There are many acres of earth
I cannot impress my feet to.
Not one will ever involve
Your stupid married husband.

Do you not trust him
Or do you want to blame me?

Trust me I don't want him.
Your world merely
Serves you both
So cheaply.

If you have to question me
You are outside of my world
And understanding.
I am here alone...

With my own detritus that asks
Deal with your litter together
And please do ever excuse me
I am far away from your
Imaginary imaginings.













Poetry by limber junctionson
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Written on 2008-06-20 at 02:29

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Elle The PoetBay support member heart!
She sounds possessive - There seem to be a type of woman who only think of love in those terms - I expect they feed on their own insecurities - married men and their luggage are usually a waste of time and space - and two wrongs don't make a right, just Mr Wrong - I think you do well to steer clear and leave them to their own intrigues

Elle x
2008-06-20


Rob Graber
Maybe his wife is justifying her own unfaithful desires or actions by projecting them. Stimulating write.
2008-06-20