Love's reply



The evening I raised my hand
Even to strike you,
Jessica jumping
And the coat-hangers slaughtered
As we raged,
In the wind down
You spoke of the time
I struck Karin:
My only explanation was
What was I to do?
She attacked me
With claws and fury
And I used minimum force to subdue;
To humiliate, you said.
So what was I to do?
You could have hugged her
Love would have replied.
But you didn't.
That's why her love died.




  
 
    
 
      
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