Come and see me
speak the language of fools
and court jesters.
You cannot miss me
I will be wearing
my bright midnight blue
hand-made scarf
thrown over one shoulder
and barely touching my exposed back.
You say you are too occupied
with road signs
and rubble.
Excavate out of your site
and take a stroll
down my avenue.
I will leave the door ajar
and not be frightened
by your notorious knock.
Aye, I may be blindfolded
hoodwinked
misinformed
or I may be
enlightened
accomplished
proficient
you will be the scholar
and I the pupil
to this ignoramus life.
All I want is proof
that you have loved me
no matter how illogical
inconsequential
or adrift you are.
Plead your case before me
and let me be the judge
to decide if your evidence
is worthy
or if you have any.
I just want you to listen to my words
and compliment my scarf.
I wore it for you.
Comments:
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Beautiful, beautiful! Great rhythm, too.
Thank you! I appreciate the comment.
I love the twists and turns in this one.
Thank you so much!