Trust me, he said
and so of course she did
Having no other option
toes not touching bottom
she barely floated in this pool
of self esteem
The problem was age old
a question of definition
He meant it too, this man from Mars
speaking Venusian
Trust me on his red planet
means I'll do my best
In her ice blue sphere it meant
I'll be your everything
which no one
can provide
and no one
could survive
So, pure as the driven snow
they drifted
Lives lived not up or down
but slantwise
Sliding off the edge
of talking
skidding away
from listening
slipping off the road
of caring
It was said at the inquest
bad weather caused the wreck
Debris was hauled away
broken bones splinted
All the oil slicks
sanded down
and traffic quickly back
to normal
whenever He saw her
The eyes of Venus believed
as a Martian told her, trust me
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2 comments:
hmmm...He seems like a real S.O.B !
what a beautiful woman you must be.. your words speak your beauty.
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