You [(r) charms]

I straighten a safety pin
from my desk caddy
trying the sharpness of the tip
against my thumb
watching with fascination
the bubbling up
of a dot of blood

Like a child, I squeeze my thumb
to produce more
of the crimson minim
doming, then
dripping down my thumb
to my desk with a splash
and still, I see your face
in the minute puddle

You and your infuriating way
of being right, always
so dear, so charming a way about
your wooing, but you know
sometimes you are so right
(for me) and I won’t tell you
because you are horrible
at taking praise

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6 thoughts on “You [(r) charms]

      1. I am. Doing better, I suppose. I feel bad throwing my own poems up without visiting sites so I tried to make it through my list toppers at lunch today. 😉. Your words are great as always. Really enjoyed them.

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