No, you would have shunned her
Had she not
Ever scornful
Of innocence
It was the contrast
You dug
Ever the enigma
Of labels
You couldn’t pin her
Down
Not really
Even as she tried
To define herself
She proved this
Even as she swore
Undying loyalty
Ever yours
You knew
She would never be
One thing
Or another
She bared
Her many faces
Truth is
You liked it
Without her devils
Without her angels
You would have spit her out
Quickly
Now don’t complain
About the horns
—inspired by words from Uncle Tree
False projections have gotten me into trouble
more than once, for I don’t wish to believe
my own eyes, nor my intuitions when it comes
to those I want to love just to prove a point.
Principal trumps emotion
when love is but a wild card.
You made me self-examine myself.
If that was your intentions, then
congratulations are in order.
What horns? Good one!
Intentions, nah. I just seem to do that. But in truth, words I saw of yours elsewhere inspired the poem. So, credit where due, I must thank you for the germ. OK, more than a germ.
Note: The Devil Without Horns was directly inspired by Random Comment by Uncle Tree.
It’s official.
Hope you don’t mind, Uncle.
::grin::
You know, I had thought that something
about this one looked familiar, but I didn’t want to mention it,
and come off as sounding presumptuous.
I don’t mind in the least.
In fact, it’s an honor! Officially so.
Love your avatar , btw~
I love the honoring of many faces and dichotomies. It’s beautiful to see pride in not being just one thing. It gives me strength to read this. Thanks.
Thank you, foxglove!
It takes alot of people a long time to realize that being alot of things doesn’t always make you less of any one thing.
I think I said what I meant, but it came out like a tongue twister. LOL.
It is funny how our preferences, faces and perspectives change based on our positions.
What was coveted one day can be disdained the next and revered when lost.
I love this.
You so have that right, skinhorse. Thanks for reading and commenting.
–Pearl