Excuses
Excuses
I’ve never made love before
But sex is no stranger to me.
It is no stranger than my
Own two hands are to each
Other. Each has a warm
Twin that fits perfectly like
The pieces of a puzzle,
So no I am no stranger to slow
Dances and love songs
red wine and candlesticks
Moonlit love poems
And the morning after when
My lips cuddle your forehead
As if we died in each others
Arms 12 hours prior.
Most would say
That’s the epitome of love
But love has no true face it hides
Behind disgraceful lies and hides
In the scent of your wine and
Hides in the joy of having a
Good time for a one time only
One night stand and most nights
I stand alone so no, I am no stranger
To sharing half a bed with a stranger
But love and I have yet to be
Introduced. It is still so unfamiliar
To me but I know what it
pretends to be.
It pretends to see me for who
I am
Not what I appear to be
Pretends to feed me and nourish
Me with lies
So excuse me if I’m fed up
Excuse me if I’m full of
Regret because love
Is full of you know what
Excuse me if I’m tired of writing
Long handed love letters that
End up going nowhere as fast
As they began. And excuse me
If I’m sick and tired of excuses.
There is no excuse why I still
Haven’t found the meaning
Of love
There is no excuse why I search
For it daily in the arms of
Every stranger I come across
But for once, just once, a
Good excuse would be nice.
Copyright © Malik Nottage | Year Posted 2018
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