Monday, 3 December 2018


If that is what love is
I'll have none

The slide-glide glance
The snivelly beggary
For a second chance

The dark nights alone
Cradling and comforting
Wishing for a heart of stone

If that is what love is
Then I'll have none.

Second-guessing his pleasure
Groveling for approval
Thinking each thin smile a treasure

Not to boast, but I think
I'd rather stay home
Read a book
Watch a chick flick
Write a story,
Paint a smear
Of laughter on canvas

I think I might skip the wine
Though, or darkling midnight
Might find me lost
And weeping,
French-kissing a ghost.


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