Your Welcome by Anita MacThe way you Welcome me to your universe
seems precipitately satisfied by my inevitable pain.
You sit there stoic,
eyes daring me
to bring it all down around you;
shatter you to fit my form.
Our Wills are matched.
The shape of your mouth
And the cut of your teeth…
All I ever wanted
was you.
08/22/2010 Author's Note: The pronoun in the title is second person possessive. This was intentional, don't let the lingering possibility that it was not distract from the piece. Thanks for reading!
Posted on 08/23/2010 Copyright © 2024 Anita Mac
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Posted by Gabriel Ricard on 08/23/10 at 01:00 PM God that's a great last stanza. Wonderful work. |
Posted by Charlie Morgan on 08/23/10 at 11:57 PM ... precipitately satisfied by my inevitable pain. COOL LINE. raw in all the right ways.
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Posted by Charlie Morgan on 08/24/10 at 10:37 AM ...really tight, i can see now the DARE of his wait..."to bring it all down around you"[him]cool 'Nita, cool. maybe he doesn't know you can match wills w/ him nahahahaaha. |
Posted by Laura Doom on 08/24/10 at 06:26 PM If and/or when it all comes down, those wills would be some legacy.
Titles -- your titles -- I always assume are what they are, especially when they leave room for some manouevre :> |
Posted by Nicki McDougall on 08/26/10 at 01:07 PM eyes daring me /to bring it all down around you; /
shatter you to fit my form.
I really enjoyed that stanza. It nicely illustrates
the power struggle that can happen in a relationship. |
Posted by Chris Sorrenti on 09/04/10 at 02:29 PM Either way the word Your can also be interpreted as You're, considering the content and context of the text that follows. A good thing in poetry! |
Posted by Ava Blu on 10/05/10 at 01:32 PM Yeah that last stanza...wow. I know it too $#%@ing well. Sigh. |
Posted by Richard Vince on 01/02/20 at 10:24 PM Superb. So much in so little, as you always excel at. |
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