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Best Intentions

by Ken Harnisch

I came to you with all

The best intentions in the world

And you, you served me coffee

In a Dixie cup, the one you salted

With your tears.

I am not sure how it happens:

How conversation turns to lust;

How wish becomes want,

That transmogrifies into need

 

My intentions were honorable

My grief sincere

But these crumpled bed sheets

Do not lie

Your smile, and yes, my sigh

Testify to the presence

Of another Agenda

One we both had

Before the doorbell ever rang

10/07/2002

Posted on 10/07/2002
Copyright © 2024 Ken Harnisch

Member Comments on this Poem
Posted by Glenn Currier on 10/11/02 at 02:00 PM

I too like the image of the cup salted with tears. What evocative images and emotions you weave: the doorbell, the sheets, the grief... ah the desert and the storm of being human. Well done, my friend.

Posted by Quinlan L Gibson on 10/25/02 at 01:17 PM

well...it go me hot. This was badass Ken.

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