Surprised.

Trying not to apologize for bad writing. (Villanelle project)

Your face was more gentle than I thought

To find it. They tell me lies but

This is not about them, it is about you.

 

Buildings were too close for you

And no god was in the coffee shops

In the darkness your face is so gentle, I thought.

 

They saw the ashes and the spiked words

And no brother could defend us in their eyes

But you are not about them, you are about you are about you, all you.

 

I want to be nowhere but with you

I want nothing but your touch

Your face is not the most gentle of you yet.

 

They do not know me and they love me;

They know you and they crucify you.

About them I am silent, about you, I will never speak enough.

 

This is not a love poem.

I am just impressed by you.

But gentle is the face I think upon

And dislike of them is forgotten in a world about you.

Reviews

[Sarah Conder]

This sounds like it was written from the heart, beautiful choice of words also.

[Mary Elizabeth]

It was beautiful and honest.

[blindmidget]

Thank you.