If You Were a Handbag
If you were a handbag
I'd only carry you
when you matched my dress.
I'd sling you over my shoulder
and ignore you,
unless I wanted to get something
out of you.
But you are not
part of my outfit
or at my beck and call.
Nor can I put you away
when you do not suit
my mood.
You are a person
of living flesh and blood;
So I wait for you
to come to me
of your own free will,
If you will...
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