What's In It For You Poem by Dawn Novus

What has my tounge betrayed
All red wet and lubricious
Expecting the sharp smack
Of bitterness
Of Clyde's to Bonnie's due
Unfulfilled anew
What nice surprise on cursed terrain
One well trod path her feet
Well knew
Not as world sundering as was the last time
And imagined maternal, my head in soft lap, stroking hair behind ears being soothed with the 'don't you cry my child' he is not worthy. Except...except...I know he Is. Why is he?