The Argument
a poem
Our intimacy now wafer-thin
Our touch now anklebone tight,
Some things, my Dear
Have changed.
We purse ourselves over tea
You snap the paper
I pretend to not hear
And study the tv.
We used to sit
Hand in hand, you and I
Our legs intertwined
Our young hearts engaged.
Now, with tea dribbled chin
Oh, my sweet Dear
With your stupid face
Things have changed.
A hearty hello on this, my second post here on Written Tales so I thought I’d introduce myself! I am happy to be here and I look forward to getting to know all of you fine folk. Poetry is a fine web of illusion we weave; one of love and deceit, intimacy with both the truth and a fiction that lives across a whisper-thin line. only as poets, we get to decide just where it is that line gets to be.
Just a tiny a bit about me — since this is a very brief intro — HI! I am Christina, a poet/blogger/aaalmost author. My poetry is published in a few literary journals but if you need to see that info you can stalk my bio on my profile page. Here…
