refusal
she insists
on finding beauty
in my madness
a lover, yes
she will not be turned away
yet I, in my cowardice
refuse
her longing
refuse to accept
linear and lyrical poetry
consistency
gentle ways
deep caring eyes
yet
all I see is compromise
I say I dream
she says she understands
how
is that possible
if I don’t
and don’t want to
conversations
between the lines
more pronounced
or definite
daydreams mid-sentence
even I
can’t interpret
not
wanting
the responsibility
I refuse distractions
unable to look
beyond a certain end
below the surface
past bruises and invisible scars
I have no shame
in what’s there
hidden more beneath the skin
I just don’t want to
talk about it
©2015 j.g. lewis
This month was all about the poetry.
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