passive aggressive
From the doorway, I struggled for control,
eyes locked, as my jaw, on yours.
But you deny my council, flaunt rebellion,
and revel in the quickening of my pulse.
What am I to do with you, little girl?
How many times will you persuade buttons,
flex your fingers and undo me?
For answers; uninterested, unwanted,
lie stripped and empty upon the floor.
So we stare at one another, alone.
You the fairer, but I the farther,
frustrating all your passionate fire,
with the cold distrust of distance.
From the doorway, neither of us wins.
'what am I to do with you little girl' ... I love that line. Great write.
ReplyDeleteStruggling for control..this was a great write I could
ReplyDeletefeel the inner conflict of emotions..
"Frustrating all your passionate fire, with the cold distrust of distance" is such a beautifully powerful line. Whoa.
ReplyDeletePersuade buttons...ah...gorgeous write, Michael...
ReplyDeleteah yes- handle with care!
ReplyDeleteA deep poem this one.
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