Free verse № 136578
Reckoning
With an abacus, I could
track the times
you and I have weighed in,
hand to hand, skull to skull,
mouth to mouth,
beaded with sweat.
If I had the brass, I'd quit you
and your pheromone juju
that undoes my knees every time
I see you.
Given the grit,
I'd gash you when you take
a stab at me.
But I have ifs
and you have me,
netted, complicit,
wooden and pushed about
like some counter,
adding up to us.
12 comments
I like the lightness and how you play it with the
reality that it is serious and painful, too.
i can feel the frustration and anger, yet those emotions are delivered with the delicateness of one who is as you have written in the last verse.
nicely done.
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