Sunday, December 2, 2012

(these trinkets are my love (in parts))

These trinkets are my love:
Earrings. A wide, wooden bracelet.
I picked them for you.

It's not enough.
To stand conflicted in a market stall

To think and think about
what you like best. To give you
an approximation.

Still I ponder.
Even the gift box, blue,
with thin blue ribbon.

What I mean this to say
is that I love you. I am willing to die; 
I love you so

I have spent my morning
in a market stall,
thinking about what you love.

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