An Experiment

Disdain? Oh, Jane, I'd fain
Receive a chirp of joy from lips,
Now pursed, from arms at sides.
No kiss? Sweet miss, are his
So lush and heady that you can
No longer treasure mine?
I'll slink, I think, to drink,
A man whose spirits crash to earth,
Unwelcome as a swine,
And cry, yes I, whose lie
Occasioned your retreat from me
To this? You've become blind.



Poetry by Lawrence Beck The PoetBay support member heart!
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Written on 2012-05-02 at 15:53

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