So here’s to you
My yo yo love
We wound each other up
Nice and tight
Snug and happy
Then the let go-ing
We become unwound
Farther and farther from the center
With each rotation,
A shedding:
Want
Care
Longing
Need
Love.
The distance is stretched to its limits
There is much clenching, gritting, gnarling, clawing and scratching
Do we roll back up?
Will the nice and tight-ness be the same?
Can there be snug happiness again?
If we decide to roll back up and find our things altered
May we kill each other with much letting of blood,
That our next lovers will feast only on our scraps
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2 comments:
i must admit you have really evolved into a fine poet. i'll be collecting your poems for anthologies soon :D
thank you dearest.it means ALOT.
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