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Wednesday, 25 May 2011

Henry in the Morning

It was hard to determine
where I ended and he began.
There was a glint about the way
he held me – like a broken child;
tight embrace, glib insanity.

I tried to break free from his
confining frame, strong shoulders,
wrapped around my lower back.
Strange angle to wake up to,
all shriveled up inside.

I regretted the way I surrendered;
no fight, no thought, no shout.
But the way he thought he handled
me, himself, and us in the morning
told me he knew nothing of love.

2 comments:

melindamcguirewrites said...

Lyn, Posted the link to this on twitter but I wanted to comment as well. I think you nailed it!

Lyn Midnight said...

Thank you so much, Melinda! I know, I was actually worried because people weren't commenting at all before, and that's probably because I hadn't authorized anonymous comments, duh! Anyway, thanks so much for taking the time! <3