I may have posted something with the same title before, which says a bit about me I suppose. And certainly I am guilty again with an act of regifting – sort of.

I posted this little jingle in response to Cyranny, here, who wrote something far more sweet and charming on the issue.

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A small mistruth

The other night

I wasn’t where

You thought I might

Be misbehaving

Not quite right

Out of mind

And out of sight

A little fib

A little sin

Touching someone

Else’s skin

Breathing someone

Else’s breath

Sharing someone’s

Little death

Just being someone

Else’s fun

Not being someone

Else’s One

For it won’t last

Till death

We part

Not touching someone

Else’s heart

Yes, I can lie

You know that’s true

And I will lie

To lie with you

Kate investigated this topic, so I ran with it. She insisted that I clean up some of the more suggestive bits ….

You should probably read hers first to get things in context.

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For Albert and Beth

It was love at first touch

They both loved the feel of each other

So much

For Charlie and Deb

It was love at first kiss

The touching of lips

They thought absolute bliss

But Eric and Fran

Loved just having a chat

They talked about this

But no further than that

But Gladys and Henry

Didn’t talk much at all

They loved to watch movies

Bogart and Bacall

For Irene and Jane

It was just holding hands

They cherished the love

That so few understand

Keith and Lucinda

It was games. It was fun

They never remembered

Who lost and who won

BUT …

But for Mike and Noelene

It was all about sex

At night when the nurses

Had finished their checks

And then in the morning

Back in their clothes

They love that they’ve done it

And nobody knows

And now for today’s cheerful topic.

Domestic violence.

This inspiration came from Zeina, Here, but she wasn’t talking specifically about domestic violence, just about bullying (isn’t that sort of the same?) So, it’s not her fault. Or mine, I hasten to add. But maybe it’s everyone’s fault if we don’t speak up about it.

So I am.

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Hardly felt. The first time

Dealt this bitter pill

Still. The worst time

Without it, there would never have been

another.

Nor time to recover

For another. Unseen

This line between

us

The fuss

At night. This fight

That nobody won

Nobody right

Everything wrong

Do I belong?

Far from the light. Far from the sun

Hidden in this dark space

No trace

Of the love that led me here

No choice. No voice

That says no

Only the fear

That keeps it so

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I’m trying to post a bit more regularly in an attempt to drag myself out of a bit of a fog. Forgive me if the poetry is worse than ever ….

Below is what I sent in response to Stella, who may have fallen in love, or something. She still makes attractive promises, though. Something about unmade beds …

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Love doesn’t heal

That’s just a lie

Something you feel

As it passes you by

It belongs in your dreams

When nothing’s at stake

It’s real, so it seems

Until you awake

Love’s an illusion

You can’t properly see

Impassioned confusion

Between you and me

Love is a danger

Its misunderstood

A devious stranger

But gee. It feels good.

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