What plays most on his mind
is her mulish way and
how her stubborn words roll
off her scarlet tongue --
She's intractable.
When forehead crevasses interrupt her
softness like a fog cast over
the morning meadow,
only love can
subdue her argument.
She's intractable.
There is a mountain of
dissent to scale for him
to touch her tenderly.
Her noisy defiance
remains endearing to those
untouched by her resilience.
To others, she's intractable.
May 20, 2015
May 20, 2015 at 8:03 PM UTC
What plays most on his mind
is her mulish way and
how her stubborn words roll
off her scarlet tongue --
She's intractable.
When forehead crevasses interrupt her
softness like a fog cast over
the morning meadow,
only love can
subdue her argument.
She's intractable.
There is a mountain of
dissent to scale for him
to touch her tenderly.
Her noisy defiance
remains endearing to those
untouched by her resilience.
To others, she's intractable.
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