Sunday, 29 August 2010

Ludicrous Painting

Fragile, beautiful, complete
venomous beauty

she looks like him
she frowns like him.
Even that smile
striking grace.

Tightly held,

treasured for sure.
Bundled in assurance
cuddled in security
in hands that walked me,
giving her

borrowed love

I look at the man she’s with
A loving glance,
Not returned.
His eyes are mine,

yet the love is hers.

There must be a reason
for her to take my place
ruin the memory

Scar the face
He still loves me.

Ludicrous painting
My father
fathering her.

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