a lost lover appears


Show

You knock on my door as
You kiss her on her cheek.
I wonder do you tweak
Everything about her.

I believe she may run away
Just as soon as she is able.

It's not easy to spread a table
With a cloth that is easily stained
You know how my knuckles rasp you
How I am able to grasp you
To show you
Your soft ideas.

I hope she is able to stay
With you.
I hope you put on a good show.







Poetry by jenks The PoetBay support member heart!
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Written on 2008-10-12 at 03:34

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oh this is painful to read! the bitterness in those knuckles, must have broken her nose, but of course metaphorical punches don't actually break things, other than the anger that builds in us! Loved this...would not have entertained them personally!lol waving at you, Tai, early riser, allegedly!
2008-10-12