| love's_diffidence | ||
| Death of a Rose |
March 12, 2012 I should have done something to just remember....the words he had and shared.. So here goes Irving; "LOVE'S DIFFIDENCE" Love is so diffident a thing. I scoop up my hands with air; I do not find it there Nor in my friends's pleasure Nor when the birds sing. I am confused, forsaken. I have lost the way. Love's not as some men say In woman's eyes, blue or grey; Nor in kisses given and taken. Love, I call out, find me Spinning round in error. Display your dank, coarse hair, Your bubs and bulbous shoulder. Then strike, witless bitch, blind me. . |
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