She picks on me
steals minutes
draws blood
closes to the heart
sneering at Portia
laughing at the judge;
and though I am far away
from give and take
I know that scratches hurt
in ways that stabs do not --
It's love
hers and mine
and I cannot claim
for she has the circle
and I with Caucasian chalk
leave
whispering
'be kind, take care.'
steals minutes
draws blood
closes to the heart
sneering at Portia
laughing at the judge;
and though I am far away
from give and take
I know that scratches hurt
in ways that stabs do not --
It's love
hers and mine
and I cannot claim
for she has the circle
and I with Caucasian chalk
leave
whispering
'be kind, take care.'
Lovely :)
ReplyDeleteIs this about one of your daughters?
ReplyDeletea poet shares what he writes for those who enjoy his writing, and not for people to pry into his life.
DeleteI wonder if this is the poet himself who is responding to the question because the question was meant for him or a self-appointed 'spokesman' for the poet?
ReplyDeleteI rarely comment on comments.... belongs to whoever reads it...may or may not belong to someone specific....but shhhhh....that's a secret!
ReplyDeletecheers
malinda
Thank you Malinda. I love that 'shhhh' bit!
ReplyDeleteYes indeed scratches hurt more than stabs sometimes....
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