Anonymous
Karyn Indursky
True love doesn't jingle
upon your wrist like a bracelet
nor does it shine as a diamond
on your delicate finger
or tap you on your shoulder
for sweet nothings
when honesty pours into your
tea cup eyes to fill
a thirst not for lines
beneath a sexual motive
scratching its sharp nail with temptation
into your tainted skin of
desires going into seeing
that special, alluring, compassionate someone
wiping your nose while you cry
along with loaning you an ear
after you've made a shirt soaked
below your salty tears
slowly decreasing from gentle
finger wiping them away
and giving you back your
blossoming sunflower smile.