And You Brutus... Poem by Maria Barbara Korynt

with skeleton key made up of the shrewdness
you tried to open with my hand hostility
so it failed you opened
with one's hate of the unknown

my hand denied obedience

too long annoyed the touch of words
your own love was stronger
from their warmth and they didn't
also melt the ice heart

you met nooks in the reserve for the soul

through the word from a distance
in order to become my Brutus
because 'golden scalp' it too little

for You...

so what now you are writing up
with not only tears on the pane
messages which will never
reach the addressee?

now I will kept them

in order consciously to get rid
where not written poems by the poet lie
e-mail also no longer the one...