another road of lovemaking
by Olivia Weinkein
fixated on outward appearances
i note the shape of your hands and
what it would feel like to
crush them. lover of the small things
in life, i am
so very unable to see the whole
picture or feel the slamming pain
that comes with broken hands
no matter how beautiful i see them
as being. that pain. that
pain. but i must remind you that
you are a lover of complicated things
and you loved me once, you loved
me and now i am broken broken
broken but you never once
stopped to consider my pain.
atleast i have thought to consider
yours before i take your hands in
mine and break them.
Posted on 07/16/2003
Copyright © 2020 Olivia Weinkein
|Member Comments on this Poem|
|Posted by Maryellen Lebeda-Parra on 07/17/03 at 09:52 PM|
your perspectives continue to amaze me ... i know i don't always comment. but know that i am there ... reading.
|Posted by Max Bouillet on 07/21/03 at 08:58 PM|
The title really twists the verse on this one. Breaking hands and love making... great twists and mixes.