You Are No Good Poem by Martin Lochner

You Are No Good



playing in the field
dreaming thoughts

of birds, geese and other poultry

you collect me
walking, talking

Surrendering me in the grain field
delivering me inside you

nakedly you show me
lines and details I never knew

my heart….

the bondage….

You are no good

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