Tell me, will you please?
That afternoon
when you ran your finger on my chest
what were you scribbling?
Were they circles of satiation
or triangles of guilt?
Or spirals of confusion?
Tell me, will you please?
Maybe you were signing your name,
or writing mine,
or maybe his.
Tell me, will you please?
Woosh!
ReplyDeleteForgive me for sounding so stupid..but this is wht escapes my lips... :)
lemme jus guess..she must have been scribbling your name along with hers...
The answer dosen't really matter....The poem is beautiful:)
ReplyDeleteNice poem.Expect more.
ReplyDeleteShe scribbled on ur chest and u should answer what she scibbled.Enough thr' next poem.
ANN
Hi BG,
ReplyDeleteYour poems are coming out meanigful. You should pen these down more often
Sharpens a need that cannot be named - the craving to be the one you are talking about
ReplyDeleteTriangles of guilt, spirals of confusion... life coming to full circle?
ReplyDeletesimply superb...
ReplyDeletemay be i would have preferred one more line..
just think about it..
Were they circles of satiation
or triangles of guilt?
Or spirals of confusion?
Or squares of contentment
Tell me, will you please?
Loved it
I feel the vulnerability that permeates the entire poem… That’s what makes honesty so beautiful.
ReplyDeleteyeah I know I am late, but better late than never..
ReplyDeleteReading this I wonder why don't you write poems more often, along with prose?
I think you are too good at both.. keep them coming...:)
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ReplyDeletehiii SPARKLING MAN....
ReplyDeleteY there must be a guilt?.y confusion..if it is between ears then, it must be your name ...
-sam