Classical … typical

At the door she stood
Half naked the light went through
Her see through open robe
Half open to be accurate
Occurred to me as I was
Half listening to her stream
Of words, a self held
Conversation.

How typical of you
Always half never to end
Can’t you hold the way
Can’t you reach the climax of
Success can you not persist
A classical line she toed
Always.

How typical of us
To remain unchanged for
So long stuck in the
Old ways afraid of saying
I do not love you
I do love you not
Perhaps I hate you because
I can’t leave you to
Your self held conversations
And your nakedness
And your halfway doors
Where you always stand
I can’t just leave you
In a whole decision once
In a decision undivided
I can not leave you
And
Go.

June 8, 2018

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About alaindesade

Novelist, songwriter and philosopher. Has special interest in human relations, evolution of mind, inter-cultural complications, and the concept of God.
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