I would fall in love with you so easily.
If the two of us were to meet one another on the street
If we were to both be single---and there is the problem
Because beautiful girls like you aren't single for long---
Our reverence toward God
Our broken history.
Yet, I am ugly. Just foul words
As you express your best upon the sheet
I express my worst.
I give you my poetry, and you read it.
You like the ones I hate.
The ones I hate most about myself.
Your mind is like mine
And as a woman, that is rare to find
One who is wise.
Even the things I would disagree with
I find are noble in your hands.
Such things as feminism make me angry
But when you speak of it
I remember it had its elegance.
And I understand you are a warrior
But so am I.
I stay away from you on purpose.
I do not come near your portal
For if I did, I would find one with like mind.
I do not know if it is the same with you.
Yet, I am ugly.
I am putrid.
However, embark on a journey with me
And I might fall in love.
Right now I am not.
Right now I am jaded.
I am selfish.
I am cruel.
I am angry.
Embittered by the world around me.
I do not want you for sex.
I want you for your company.
For, even the foulest thoughts in other women
Are noble in you.
For, you have a battle to fight
And I grant you excelsior on those battles.
As my nation crumbles
As my freedoms wane...
I am a glowing ember sodden by the lacquer
Of too much kerosene.
Which, that kerosene smothers even my ember.
Yet, do not quench it---
The God I worship would never.
Yet, your friendship and amatoral touch
Is my deepest prayer.
Mark 13:51Jesus saith unto them, Have ye understood all these things? They say unto him, Yea, Lord. 52Then said he unto them, Therefore every scribe which is instructed unto the kingdom of heaven is like unto a man that is an householder, which bringeth forth out of his treasure things new and old.
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