pearls

don’t tell him

Posted in villanelle by maggie on 2009/08/31
don’t tell him

don't tell him what's not in my hand
nor what we'll not have shared

he'd not attempt to understand
and think my fingers undermanned

in case you might've dared
don't tell him what's not in my hand

i know how empty nights get and
i do admit i'm scared

he'd not attempt to understand
and fit me for a golden band

i can't be so ensnared
don't tell him what's not in my hand

just circles drawn in blowing sand
of voices left unaired

he'd not attempt to understand
he'd call it undiscovered land

       (his own hand never cared)

don't tell him what's not in my hand
he'd not attempt to understand

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  1. Miss Demure Restraint said, on 2009/09/05 at 21:52

    Thank you for saying such that I could not.

    • lady maggie said, on 2009/09/06 at 14:09

      smiling you’re welcome, as long as you don’t tell him


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