a lovers tiff!
Bronze Penny
And whilst you are off inYour sultry cave
Sulking
Consider this...
This woman is certain of
Who she is.
She is direct and uncomplicated...
Calling in her spades.
There is no need of gold or silver because
She holds her own jewels that glisten
Her everyday happiness to herself.
She smiles easily and wantonly with
Her inner reasons...
And knows what is acceptable to her dreaminess.
She is not playing- she is waiting
For a small bronze penny to drop...
Keep her waiting if you feel you must but
Be aware your ticket could expire.
This woman knows not how to waste her time...
And yet
And yet...
Poetry by jenks
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Written on 2009-08-21 at 00:30
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