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Best Intentions
by Ken HarnischI 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 © 2025 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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