Mantra has not abdicated her post. Quite the contrary. She is a mere poem away from finishing her third book.
It is entitled Mantra’s Battle Cry. Thus far, the hands helping me to lay it out are convinced it is properly named. She sat for the cover photo months ago, when she was insistent she did not want 100 poems in the book. I declined. It will have 100 poems.
We had a little tiff over what would appear today. Obviously, since fairies cannot type, I won.
Non-Love Story is the title of today’s offering. I probably like it best because its claim of my illiteracy is actually staked in the real world. You may well be amazed how many believe I do not speak English. (My American may be rusty…)
The title, especially in light of the title of the book into which it belongs, may lead you astray. Quelle surprise, non?
If I sat down to write a love story,
I’d be accused of illiteracy.
Not because I don’t know all the words.
The way I use them seems so contrary.
My gifts don’t come from florists or gift shops.
Chocolate is much more fun out of the box.
I want different things tied with that ribbon.
I never want you to even think “Stop!”
Such creative ways we diffuse anger,
Twist the abusive world for our pleasure.
Ravenous appetite fuels the frenzy.
Who cares if the screaming wakes the neighbors?
Fireworks fade and darkness settles in.
Once jangled nerves hum on the same wavelength.
Here the thorns are as sweet as the roses.
It makes me want to climb into your skin.
Is it a love story or not? Did the poem make you laugh?
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