What is it? I say as the leaf
and the turn of the hailstone makes it
All feel as if it is about me
When it is about you my sweetheart
That is able to sting my hands into action
Without so much as a sneer but a wave of your
Hand, is enough.
I wish it were not so put in stone when I hit you
But it is.
I wish it was a support to me when I do this
But it is a discharge of
Unhappiness that makes me so.
I wish to be the one who heals you and so
Copyright 2016 Bruce E Saunders