Tuesday, January 12, 2016

NOW THAT I HAVE YOUR ATTENTION:


I love you.

In my own way.

Askance.
Awry.
From a distance.

Just the way
you've always
wanted.

I love how you hate
yourself
and anyone else
who would dare
love you; anyone
who would challenge
your ugly & unworthy
appraisal; I love
how hard you've worked
to remain
obdurate
& singular
resisting love's entreaties
of spirit; I love
your sabotage
& surrender
only for a second;
I love
how you take
no prisoners
having room
for only
yourself
chained
to misbelief
& false premises;
and I love
how powerless
you really are
to my own
powerlessness
in pouring
love's elixers
down your
throat.

Drink up...

And I'll bring
the handcuffs.

Norman Savage
Greenwich Village, 2016

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