I gave you my heart
in a tidy gold basket
you could have had more
if only you'd asked it,
I sat by your feet
and worshiped your shine,
but you spat in my face
with your red vintage wine.
Cold in dismay
I try to convey
the pain that I feel from your spite
but for all of your knives
this heart here survives
to love you STILL
truly...
through life.
G'day! This evokes strong emotions and it does hit home as someone has already stated. I feel as though I am at the feet of a goddess right now although, thankfully, she is not spitting at me. Well-expressed, Kay.
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A homonymless man writes shows what it's like to look up the laid he skirts when you’re lying prone(d) to the sidewalk, beer / joint / needle dangling from your hand /lips / arm.
The deep-dive literary meditations presented as stories, poems, and essays in The American Poet Who Went Home Again, A Mosaic of My Soul at Work, have captivated and inspired readers ever since its first paperback publication in 2008.
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Julie :)
SMooooooo000000000CH!
Great write as always.
Hope all is well with you these days...
Hugs,
Trixie :)
This hit deep in many ways!
~Chrissie