Friday, October 01, 2010


Chopsticks with de Sade


It's not that I am cold to you,
Or take back what I told to you.
It's merely as an afterthought
That I should practice what you taught.

And though I am a gentle guy,
With baleful, but expressive eyes
Profound beyond your mortal skin,
Dumbfounded by your saccharin.

But here's a poem just for you,
Though not the one I wrote for you,
Intended as an anecdote
With clever lines for us to quote.

It's bouncy in a secret way,
Concealing what I want to say,
So clasp it tender to your heart
And then cut out the perfect part.

Forgive me when I'm cold to you
And forsake what I told to you.
It's simply as an afterthought
That I should bury, what you taught.

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