Good Intention and Regret
honor the boundary
Taking
moments only
in windows
overlooking
the silence
of the white (of the)
snow on the lake,
we spend our time
in the basement
most days.
But once,
when we were in the Light
I dusted off your crucifix
while we waited
for the tea to steep.
You played me a song
about friendship.
Maybe,
you thought I was an alien.
I did pray to Buddha
before the time I saw you last,
to keep me pure,
honor the boundary.
Now,
when I see
What I have already done,
I’m wishing I had kissed you
then,
that time
you gave me
your stainless steel
garbage can.
About the Creator
Barbara D Pyndus, galaxybabs, SerendipitySpeaksArt
Artist, Poet, Musician, Healer,
wannabe Lover
mathematician, astrologer, storyteller, therapist
a divinity like no other
woman
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