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Restraint

by Arthur Parten

The story going around town
is that you're trouble.
And for twice, the gossipmongers
in their church dresses are right
because they say I'm trouble too

among other things.
There's a good chance I'll put you
into a diabetic coma to accompany
the bitter taste I'm
satisfaction guaranteed to leave.
Old coffee and too much real sugar.

You make me want to write a poem
while you're planning yours
and daring me to kiss you
and this is it.
And this is it.

I don't fake smiles
but if you think I'm smiling for
some other reason then that is
your own fault
among other things.

When I smile as you tell me
my dimples mean I'm kissed by angels
it's only because I think I'd rather have them
leave scratch marks down my back
like my half dozen friends after you.

Here you're looking a foot up at me
with lust and fury.
I'd stick my tongue to a flagpole on a dare
but sugar I won't stick it to you.

12/05/2007

Posted on 12/05/2007
Copyright © 2020 Arthur Parten

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