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To Me
by Alison McKenzieIt’s amazing,
What can happen over coffee,
How the lure of admiration
Becomes an aphrodisiac
In the lonely halls
Of the likes of me.
Authenticity undermined
By 25 year old promises,
Teenage offspring
And opposite ends of a nation.
I can’t even allow disappointment
To pierce the fledgling scars
Already marking my healing heart.
Your beseeching desire
Cannot be soothed
By these hands or
Between those sheets
On any distant shore.
Your bed lies with another,
And my wish is for you to honor
Her heart, her love, and hers alone.
That would make you ever more precious
To me.
04/02/2009 Posted on 04/02/2009
Copyright © 2025 Alison McKenzie
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by Charlie Morgan on 04/02/09 at 03:54 PM ...you set a bar so high...delightful lacing of free will, generosity for all blessings of having the awarenesses of a love [once] and the suffering ala emily or sylvia...painting an overwhelming hug for manking, in the little bits--persons. |
| Posted by Mary Frances Spencer on 04/02/09 at 04:15 PM Wow...you express such raw honest emotion here. Thank you for sharing... Namaste MFS |
| Posted by Joan Serratelli on 04/02/09 at 05:31 PM BEAUTIFUL...simply beautiful! raw, emotional and honest. Great write! |
| Posted by Genevieve Sturrock on 04/02/09 at 07:27 PM i can't say that i fully understood all that you were saying here, but that last stanza is perfect! |
| Posted by George Hoerner on 04/02/09 at 07:59 PM Very well done Alison. And coffee is one of the places it has started so often for me. It is such a simple action but oh where it may go. |
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