My Rosy Cheek
How often have we played this game -
Our lover's round of hide-and-seek?
Thus looking to assign the shame ...
When ardor's tides are ebbing, weak.
Sometimes love dies ...
Sans whats or whys.
But should you need to give it name
Or find good use, your doublespeak
For you, I'll take the burning blame
Of sting upon my blushing cheek
Mock anger's brand ...
Your back-of-hand.
* FIFTH PLACE in the "Contest Number 410 Any Form" Poetry Contest, Brian Strand, Sponsor. *
* THIRD PLACE in the "Rhyme Me A Posie" Poetry Contest, Broken Wings, Sponsor. Syllables counted at HowManySyllables.com, and no cliche's, checked at PoetrySoup.com. *
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