May 1, 1978 ?:?? p.m .
poetry by Michael F. Nyiri
"Open the Drawer" Cathy poem She shyly rolled her eyes And never looked exactly, into mine. "Let's be just friends" she'd say. And it would always be that way. Then there was another Knew her for about a week The poems cascaded out of me As leaves to the bottom of a mug of tea. The metaphor for love was never truth It sneaked right in to steal my soul My dreams disappeared into the dark Cupid's arrow was always missing its mark. I see a gentle meadow Feel a lover's mellow kiss Sit beside me on the grass The visage all a wish Now A wistful smile giving herself away Manipulating my free desires I told you that I loved you But you read that word In a million other poems And can't make up your mind till you unterstand its meaning Believe me when I tell you The word itself is ridiculous The metaphor for love is emotion Tears fighting their way into Everyday conversation For no other reason Than that you'll never be mine. And I find I want to be possessive Because I've said all that I've said And I find that I'm jealous If you give your time to others What gives me this right? What gives me this inclination. I'm supposed to be on the sidelines Rooting for your team Hooray! Hooray! Who will win? What will be the score? Who will suffer the injuries? Now I'm fighting too hard to possess you Maybe the end is near. When you tell me you don't care And it's getting to be ridiculous Then I can write a Last love song for you As I cry Again.
copyright 2001 Michael F. Nyiri
