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Two'sday: From My Black Book of Poetry

Why I Ended It

I have spent
too much time
thinking about you.

I want to know your mind,
hear your heart.

I am afraid
of what I cannot read
in your eyes.

And when I dream of you,
it is not of quiet moments
or wedding bells,

But loathsome quarrels
and the tension in your shoulders
when we don’t
quite
touch.





Undertow

I fell in love with a tyrant
Master with an icy heart
Temperamental and unrelenting
Demanding everything

You fell in love with a maiden
Woman of beauty and spirit
Beckoning with rhythmic voice
Offering your freedom

Now we sit on the same slick shore
While the waves lick at our toes
And the roar I hear
And the pulse you feel
Come from the same dark sea

Comments

afro-chick said…
heart heart heart!
Mindy said…
Did you write these? They're beautiful. Even if you didn't, you are beautiful.

Poetry seems to have re-emerged into my life lately. It's sorta odd but I'm glad.

Thanks for sharing these.
mellamovaca said…
how come i just found your blog? :)
Beth said…
afro-chick: thanks!

mindy: yep, i did. and you're welcome.

mellamovaca: i have no idea...but welcome! (and what does 'mellamovaca' mean?)

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