Dearest

Those times that you used his name
Instead of mine
Wrote fear-of-my-reaction thoughts across your face
And grey-deepened every line.

I accepted with held-back.
You will never be in that warm knowing
About my revenge
Ongoing:
Every time
That I call you darling or sweetness,
You think that I mean you –
My cat-smile purrs completeness.

12:53, Tue. 04/11/2008.




Poetry by Mark J. Wood
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Written on 2008-11-11 at 14:07

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Dee Daffodil
Very clever poem ! Have you thought of writing murder mysteries ?? Perhaps they could be cathartic for you ??? :-)
Hugs,
Dee
2008-12-10


Rob Graber
Perhaps we are bound to each other as much by the secrets we keep as by those we share! Great insight into an unsettling possibility...
2008-11-11