for Nigel


Today i rest
thinking about your test.
But what if it was I who was the tester
and you the tested?
Fail, fail fail

I loose no sleep
over your innuendo
or cruel intention
but instead love you
always for your soul
that is mate to mine.

So rest sweet Nigel,
for our dream has yet to begin,
but stalled by circumstance
and oceans and fear.
I fear not
for the future is yet to be told.

Poetry by Jackie Ameriault
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Written on 2011-09-23 at 21:11

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