The Offering
With her barbed wire stare
Rusty braids of disheveled hair
She offered me a dash of hate
With her wrinkled upper lip
Clenched fists on unwanted hips
She offered me a teaspoon of hate
With shards of light debunking night
Sharpening temptation with psychotic spite
She offered me a tablespoon of hate
With her bare feet carving the kitchen floor
Bludgeoning my shadow beneath the door
She offered me an ounce of hate
With roses concealing my protruding hand
Redolent with forgiveness and all that is man
She offered me…a glass of wine
Copyright © Xavier Keough | Year Posted 2005
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