Cooper

The Optimistic Husband

She shrivels and wilts

at the thought of my touch

like a delicate bloom

that’s been handled too much

I move in close and pucker my lips 

hoping to give my true love a kiss

she turns her head

she moves away

no sir, husband 

not today.

 

DEATH

 

festering pieces of heart

drenched with sorrow 

 

BREATH

 

no worries.

I’ll have better luck tomorrow.

 

 

 

Comments3

  • Claudelle DeLuna

    Nice poem!

    • Cooper

      Thank you 😊

    • Sunshinefalling

      Love it Cooper.

      • Cooper

        Thank you! ☺️

      • Goldfinch60

        Good write with a positive ending.
        Welcome to MPS.

        • Cooper

          Thank you! 😊



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