We'll grow old together
Hats and shoes will not outlast
Us
You'll tear me a piece of your flesh
And mould it into my very own
Your lust shall not carelessly
Tear us into the hurricane's grasp
And I will never mourn
The losses of ties and iron
Presses
We'll forget domesticity
Napkins and eating from the
Outside in
You'll leave the door ajar
And our unborn children will squirm
In between our conjoined bodies
A jar of warm, sweet milk
Will leave us all the more aware
That we are aging gently
Simultaneously.
Am I prepared?
You have torn.
A contest entry
- One Day Quicky - Resolve by CarolDesjarlais.
925 points, ended December 30, 2008, 10 entries
Bronze trophy winner
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
Comments
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Oh, very very evocative.... a sense of resolution and an adage of ancient wisdom implied. Thank you very much for entering this piece that is indeed, far-edge and lovely.
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