More Of Your Wounding
You left me sore,
Battered and bruised.
Feeling used to then be dissed.
To then hear from you say,
I am missed and you wish forgiveness.
And suddenly I am reminscing,
That moment we met to touch and kiss.
To forget you left me sore to mend.
As again,
I answer your knock at my door.
Knowing I welcome...
More of your wounding.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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