Tuesday, December 1, 2015

Victor Clevenger- A Poem

I’m a Writer, not a Fighter
 And on the nights when
my busted lips
    tint the ice cubes red,
  and she sits there for an hour
letting the melted water
        run down
her soft cold fingers,
 I tell her,
  "Even superheroes take a few
  good punches darling,
nobody can dodge them all."
She always laughs kindly,
then reminds me,
"Sweetheart, I have yet to see
             you dodge one."

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