Saturday, April 02, 2011

Issues




laid on the table
love looks rather silly
naked
wobbly
feelings spreading inside a
soft white belly
in knots
ticklish ears
weakness at the knees
no eye contact
muddled words
sweaty palms
you put the knife down
and say
to yourself
‘is this it?’
then
you go out
as you do
and slam the door
with the ‘gone for lunch’ sign
hanging on the outside
so all can see
all but love