More Of Your Wounding Poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar

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.

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