False Bleeding

You touch my arm,

and hold my waist.

You press us face-to-face.

It's as if nothing's wrong,

as if you've been singing my song all along.

But, how long does it last,

before you remember our past?

Remember leaving me bleeding,

with all your false leading?

Reviews

[Coyote Poetry]

Some people can remember the bad deeds they did. Need to be reminded. I like the many questions in this poem. Sometime we must learn. Some people create pain and some create love. Best to find the one you need. Thank you for the excellent poem.
Coyote