February 19

February 19

A Poem by Berto

You would not let me avoid you,
I wanted to, but you stood right behind me,
Impelling my body to concede to your orbit.
I knew you were there.
So did you.
You waited for my bruised ego to accede to your recognition.

do I forget? 
You called me a creep, told me to jump at the moon.
Why are you back here, wanting my attentiveness?
I threatened your autonomy,
and your claws grew fangs,
How can I trust that your sweet kiss is not laced with poison?

I am enamoured of you,
I'm not sure if it's midday or sunset in our game.
Is it safe yet to admire your beauty?
Regardless, I can't help but watch you.

We spoke of something. 
It was probably important,
but I only remember your makeup.
Why did you put some on today, and not all the other days?

Did I say anything?
I think I only was humming.
You straightened your hair.
You wore something pink. You never wear pink.
You looked so lovely. 
Your nails matched your shoes.

Some acknowledgement.
Feminine Elegance.
A french style of conceding bad behaviour.
The slate wiped?
Not clean, but cleansed.

I offer a token. A key. 
Have you offered the door?

© 2012 Berto

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. beautifully written and expressed ...
. very vivid ...

Posted 11 Years Ago

A token indeed, you live through your words, the emtion grates on you, but not I as a reader, well done, good read.

Posted 11 Years Ago

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