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Poetry is just the evidence of life. If your life is burning well, poetry is just the ash. Leonard Cohen

Saturday, February 25, 2012

Tell Me

I want you to tell me about every person you’ve ever been in love with.
Tell me how they failed you or
how you failed them.
I want you to tell me that each one of them
even at their best
could never compare with me
even at my worst.
Baby, tell me
that you knew love
but you never knew god
before you made love to me
(or is that putting words in your mouth?)
Don't tell me I'm perfect;
Tell me how you love every one of my faults
because it's mine.
Tell me how even when I'm on my knees
it's you who's begging.

submitted for Imaginary Garden With Real Toads, Mary's Mixed Bag

(prompt was to take a first line from a poem and riff on it. I chose "Asking Too Much" by Andrea Gibson)


14 comments:

Brian Miller said...

smiles...actually i kinda like faults and blemishes personally...this was nice...i think love like this is def more pure.

Kerry O'Connor said...

Oh those last two lines clinch the deal. This is such a passion-filled poem.

Bouncin Barb said...

You picked a good one and ran with it. Excellent words.

Heaven said...

I want to tell you I really like this ~

He is quite a man or not..he..he..nice one ~

Mimi Foxmorton said...

Yow.......

BAM!

LOVE!

Heaven said...

I wanted to tell you that I love this post ~ (I am not sure if you got my first time comment).

Very cool specially the last line (though I am never the one to beg on my knees..he..he..)

Kay L. Davies said...

Wow, this is great, Lolamouse, although I think you could have used the same title, too.
K

Sherry Blue Sky said...

Oh I love it, it made me smile, especially the last two lines......

Susie Clevenger said...

this great...such passion in such few lines...tell me you love me flaws and all and I will know it is love..

Mynx said...

I really like this. As i started reading I was wondering where it was going but by the end, I was in love with it.
Just wonderful

nene said...

I saw white hair and wrinkles on my face looking in the mirror the other day and liked them, no, I loved them because they reminded me of Mother. I treasure 'foibles' as I prefer calling them while others call them faults.

great piece and thanks for sharing "Asking Too Much" by Andrea Gibson

Have a wonderful sunny Sunday

darev2005 said...

Ooooh snap! Is it getting warm in here or is it just me?

Ella said...

Flaws are beautiful! I loved it~

Ella said...

Flaws are beautiful! I lov
ed it~