Thursday, May 23, 2013

Love Leftover


Love Leftover


With his hand raised
White-knuckles
Screaming bravely
Clenched fists gave way
To the truth we both know.
Through his yellow teeth
Off his violent tongue
Came words, like bumbling bees
which stung.
In heavy breathes and blows
He hammered into me
The truth we both know.
Truth, like light,
Crosses our paths
In the same familiar slant
Like words hurled on calendar days
We should be celebrating.
Instead in verse
Hushed and rehearsed
In private rooms
We tally ways we hurt each other.
Like shades of gray,
We’ve become perverted versions
Of the truths we both know.

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