The flora was there to stalk us,
But now two of them
Stutterer of the bees,
Looping with honey
In her Eyes
Within her Thighs
A vagabond enters…
Lover, sweet lips have failed you
And I know it was my name you stroked last night
Those petals spoke of me
It’s your air that gave you away
It was last night
That you gave away
Something unravels into us,
But are you mine to let go of?
And though I have an urge…
your indifference is fulfilling itself again
© A.R. Minhas 2016
But are you mine to let go of? – a great question, even if only rhetorical. Do we really own anyone? I always think of ownership as a bad thing with horrible connotations.
Thank you so much for your thoughts. Yeah, this poem was really about how we own nothing not even the feelings we instill in other people. Really appreciate your comments keep them coming 🙂
This is a very strong poem and the imagery is very good.
Thank you 🙂