When I think of you Anger and anguish, do stew

Tuesday, March 2, 2010

When I think of you Anger and anguish, do stew

Poem by Marc Aupiais

Though I'd care to stare, And care to any weight bare, It crosses my mind, Like a half wounded leopard's cares,

A paranoia is there, Emotion does flair, When I think of you, so fine and fair, I must work to be fair!

A snake rises, it dances it's head, it prances, and prepared...

I look to you, jealous black beauty of a mare, With the temper of a jealous stallion you scare

But what must I of it bare, For I too, like you, of you do care!

Must one watch and stare? I am yours over here and Over there,

Tainted taste, bitter black coffee, yet so fair!

I melt like coffee, or butter... Should you care!

Yet, while jealous, Do you care, to tell me of your where?

So I can less worry, Or less seem unfair?

We both should care, Yet do you give me much to bare?

For my anger and anguish, Come in my love!

Much do I hate you, As much as I care!

And I cannot forget you, My anger wants for you fair, Wants for you better, Wants for you care!

And my hate is love, I want to stare, I melt in your site, (and sight), My hate, is in care!

But is it true, you cannot hug a big giant bear?

Is it you or I who should scare?

I do wish you were here!