a purging poem
if I wrote you a poem
what would I write
of how we love sweetly
about how we fight
of laughter and clowning
of clutzing and frowning
tentative quizzing
and sundry misgivings
smiles tears anger
sorrow and joy
tenderness bitterness
lust kisses
beauty
and beauty deeply in it
but what a silly bint you've been
and what a put down artist
and how difficult it is
for you to say I'm sorry
and all the miles you've walked for me
and all the love we've shared
and all the truths we faced
and all the growth we've dared
and all the times I've bared my heart
and all the wretched tears
of all the times I've whimpered
and simpered in my fear
all the times I've growled at you
and all the lies
what what what
you wouldn't be that cruel
to anyone you loved
oh yes I would
I'd write of all the times
you've said I couldn't
and all the time I could
all the times I said you shouldn't
and all the time you should
of all the loving little ways
and all the great bid tiffs
there
told you so
what a dreadful liff
but if you can laugh about it
that's 'alf the battle
so I'll just sign off here
and end my senseless prattle
(well it rhymes
in parts
in fits and starts)
here
give me your hand