By Shadygirl   ed4u@hotmail.com
Date: 6 October 1998

The Right For Forgiveness

Soft pillows of
warm
skylight 
POUNCE
on my skin as
I walk out the door
to greet your
ashen
face with a fresh
mildewed
scowl.

Your fingertips play
recklessly 
with the inside
of your antique palm
and I wonder 
IF
they itch to touch 
ME. (Huh!)
Until I look in 
your eyes
and see the 
WHITE RING
around your nostril.

His hands murmur
and reach for mine
ttrreemmbblliinngg
(scared)
neeeding
and I leave them
EMPTY.

DAMN YOU!!

You gave up
the RIGHT
for forgiveness
when your 
"LOVE"
for me was
blown
up your nose.