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Saturday, October 10, 2009

Me or...It (REVISED)

Me or…It”?


Is it my love,


That you make a goal of?


When you go and adulate the lights,


Is it so that I see you at greater heights?


And, at these heights, you look so nice,


Really, just dinner would have sufficed.


I pondered all day,


And I pondered all night,


Twisting and turning,


Writhing and yearning.


In fact,


I am now sure;


It is right.


With one more look in your eyes,


Just to be completely sure that this is no decision-unwise,


I say “yes” to your requests to marry me,


But, I concede a bit apprehensively,


When you lecherously touch my knee,


At every opportunity,


I wonder what it is that you really want of me.



This poem deals with a woman contemplating whether to marry her boyfriend, who has done outrageous things to get attention and seem impressive (“When you go and adulate the lights”). However, even after replying affirmatively to her boyfriend, she remains unsure as to whether she made the right decision, wondering if he is more interested in sex—the “It” mentioned in the title—or her. (“I wonder what it is that you really want of me.”)

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