June 10, 2024.


puppet

I could not quite tell in the moment -
looking through those heart-shaped glasses
- if you were caressing my cheek
or if you were molding me like clay

Smoothing out the crevices,
Removing those pesky finger prints
Creating a blank slate for something much better
Just not for me

I think the truth is somewhere in between
Because it felt like love, even then
I put my hand over yours, as if urging you on
You smiled impossibly wide and I mirrored you

I might as well have been -
the shoes you slipped on before work
or maybe, the keys that shook in your pocket
Mundane but with a specific purpose




Poetry by aidan haskel The PoetBay support member heart!
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Written on 2024-06-10 at 06:47

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Lawrence Beck The PoetBay support member heart!
Nicely done.
2024-06-10


Griffonner The PoetBay support member heart!
I really liked this. Like Uncle Meridian think the last stanza is quite special. Blessings, Allen
2024-06-10


Uncle Meridian The PoetBay support member heart!
Wowzers, that last stanza. Thank you for sharing this poem.
2024-06-10