Passageways are distortions; so elongated when not shared
by two as one.
Why did you let me misunderstand?
Why not turn the mirror and show me
who you saw; while I squinted at distorted bullet-glass?
A fluid kiss upon the lips, a held hand, a kitchen-waltz
any might have rattled my perceptions.
Why didn’t you shake me, or
take me in your arms
(even if in a stagger)
to your narrow bed and
whisper your desire?
Another exquisite collage created by Yves for Mindlovemisery’s Menagerie, Writing Prompt 157, Collage 22. Thanks for the Shel Silverstein quote. An amazing poet, song writer, story-teller, cartoonist. Time for a Shel-fest/feast.