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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Romance  |  House: Booksie Classic

I don't care much for poems that rhyme. I think so often people use words in poems simply because they rhyme. I've rhymed anyway. I'm open to suggestions. Anyway, with this metaphor, I've released my resentment over the affectionless relationship I just ended.

The Captain comes home,

Fresh from the saddle.

Sharp corners and edges,

Returning from battle.

No desire for my touch.

No ache for soft hands.

Love with him hurts,

But my body demands.

To only myself,

My arms I must keep,

As he’s straight to bathe,

To pillows, then sleep.

I long for a story,

A whisper of war,

His courage in combat,

I simply want more.

Should he bend to bestow

His cold stick to my pyre,

Better the pain,

Than this lonely, black mire.

Submitted: April 25, 2021

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