Sunday, September 5, 2010

Baby girl you anger me

Poem by Marc Aupiais

I think sometimes on purpose,
Baby girl you anger me'
Do you prefer me angry baby,
Baby girl,
What would I be if you

would have me become?
Of sin, of love, you priceless, sinless dove?

Purposely it seems,
You choose what hurts,
What's contrary!

You do exactly-
Excite my veins!
Pump my heart-
A drum,
Drummed up!

Baby girl you anger me;
Rile me up, not purposely?
Say exactly what I would not,
You hurt dear me!

Baby girl, you don't anger me,
Instead I'm hurt,
Crying naked on the ground,
As invisibly you cut my skin!

But nobody sees,
Lest least of all-
Do you see me?

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