the thing you see
as ambivalence sentences
me; no clear ascendency
of sentiment – I guess –
suggests feet of cement
but that isn’t the way it
is over here – I am bound
by precedent set in a
concreteness of deep
and abiding affection
if I did not love you like
this wishes I express
for your happiness would
be the same tears shed
washing me away
© 5 April 2010, I. D. Carswell
No comments:
Post a Comment