Poem 108

A sad state of (love) affairs when reality keeps breaking through your metaphors …

Occasionally A Love Poem

If I had never seen the sea
I would say it was in your eyes
if I had never seen the sea

if I had never been a child
I would say that was what you made me
if I had never been a child

if I had never cried
something now would shake me
if I had never …


		       I've seen the grey city of the sea
                 and picked through its lank fringe
                 I was always the child who hurt and was hurt
                 by turns
                 and I have cried

                 every image bends before her
                 each turned back a lie