Cheap Pain(t)

Disgustingly doe-eyed,

i spin thread after thread,

silky, supple, in swathes,

begging to be stroked,

s(m)oothed and woven..

if the threads end

up tangled and ย knotted,

in clumps, warted,

it’s your unstroke,

absent and ignorant.

Carefully coquettish,

i coax words

to arouse, tease,

tempt but no more..

if my words fall flat,

letters littered on

the ground at your feet,

if they get trampled,

it’s your feet,

unseeing and slipper-y.

Yes, i’m dutifully disgruntled,

enough to last, i hope,

me the week,

keep me off the dole

of tiny flecks

petering out

of your tight-fisted soul..

Even as i scrawl,

am i negating hopes

of retrieving myself,

threads, letters and all run afoul?

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5 Responses to Cheap Pain(t)

  1. rashmenon says:

    @cloudborne, andy: ๐Ÿ™‚ glad to see the likes ๐Ÿ™‚

  2. rashmenon says:

    @Neetika, turkischland: ๐Ÿ™‚ thank you ๐Ÿ™‚

  3. rashmenon says:

    @solingenpoet: ๐Ÿ™‚ delighted to see the like ๐Ÿ™‚

  4. Shweta says:

    Niice ๐Ÿ™‚

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