Terry Robinson Poet Free verse

Withered Vines

I owned you once, your breasts and soft earth.

You were never yours, all the time 
you were mine. You to me were like
rich, strong coffee in the mornings,
mine to drink.

But now that I am past the need of you,
I give you back your self.
Now that I have no need of your limbs, 
I grant you full access to them.

Begin the search for you,
take back those parts of you 
I no longer need.

Be kind to your self. Don't put blame
or weakness against your name 
when you think of me.
Don't take me personally, you were just mine.

Find your voice, now that I've given 
you back. Perhaps you always had one,
I just didn't need to look.

Touch your warmth and breathe your scent, as I did.
Taste your lips and move your hips, as I did.
Or are you too used up by me, too tired?
Too grey skinned by my soot.

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