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Now that you have proven your worth,
you may have me.
Have:
[verb (used with object)]
1. to own; hold for use;
2. to accept in some relation, as of kindred or relative position;
3. to get, receive, or take ;
4. to experience, undergo, or endure;
5. to hold in mind and sight;
6. to cause to, as by command or invitation;
7. to show in action or words;
8. to be identified or distinguished by;
9. to engage in or carry on;
10. to partake of;
11. to permit;
12. to maintain, or represent as being;
13. to know, understand, or be skilled in;
14. to beget;
15. to hold an advantage over;
16. to gain possession of;
17. to make use of;
18. to invite as companion;
19. to um…hem…haw;
Yeah. That’s what I was saying.
i will be writing a perfectly horrible verse today
(use annoying puns) for better or verse
(be politically incorrect) screw valentine’s day, screw love
(speak metaphorical nonsense) there is a mixer blade in the core of my heart
(speak absolute nonsense) your favourite pastime is Whirrrrrrrr
(grovel a bit) needy needy miney moe
(rebuff a bit) my No is never a disguised Yes
(introspect some) i am impossible to handle, impossible to love
(be grateful some) thank you for trying
(be grateful some more) thank you for loving regardless
(be grateful some some more) thank you for the wine, chocolates, red roses, email
(acknowledge) you are my best friend
(pledge eternal love) okay, not really, but you know i have been trying.
Just what is it about me that you find unsettling?
My fears tears prayers? My dark dark skin?
The inside-out scars? The ungrateful heart?
Disregard of subtleties?
Stubbornness augmenting obtuseness?
Why so rough, love, why so rough?
Treat me gentle, and I might even woof woof a little.
i could be all sickly sweet, sugary, syrupy, treacly and spread on you with all the hot glueyness of a wax-strip
but i am totally on another trip.
where i walk, treacly gets tricky and sickly sweet is prickly
this path is lit darkly, there ain’t nothing sparkly.
you prefer me sickly sweet, brother?
not my trip, perhaps of some other.