Possessives Poem by David Floren

It’s theirs.
You know by her face.
Her face shows her grace.

Snaps of hers grace his place,
Framed by graceless
Possessions.

Theirs it’s.
I have this knowing.
His face shows his grace.

Snaps of his grace her place
Framed by graceless
Possessions.

Owned theirs are.
We know their faces
Show their owners.

Their faces grace spaces
Framed by graceless
Possessions.

Theirs are owned
In places unknown.
Hers is his alone.

His is hers alone.
Graced with wholesome
Possessives.

One can’t get
Their sole glamor
Into this lesson.

Whose love lost
Their soul-grammar?
Tender a guess: one.

Possession's one place in amours:
Grace is yours
And yours.

[10-21-03 Santa Rosa, CA]