Your Author

to be bluntly honest I wrote this for my ex . . . enjoy

the phrase

written by a woman

used to make 

no sense to me

when it came to men

all the men in my life

have been so cruel

in one way

or another

they were "written"

not by a woman

but by a man

one recluse author

who spent his days

with a scotch

to try and wash away

the cold he kept 

in his heart

but you my dear

are not made

of a burning scotch

you are vodka

smooth and well-rounded

you go with anything

or with nothing

your words melt me

my name sounds like music

coming from your lips

your hands have

taken on the world

but your touch is gentle

for me

now when I hear

he was written by a woman

I no longer scoff

or roll my eyes

I pause

and my heart flutters

as I think

of only your name 

Reviews

[Ken e Bujold]

did you show it to him? just curious, because this is a marvelous poem. A rolling surf of insight, emotional and intellectual, what-if moments that bring the mind to a full stop in order to more fully consider the myriad of intentions that a line suggests. I was quite simply captivated by this read.
Definitely be returning
Ken

[Robyn]

Thank you so much! I did not show him directly but he has seen it where I have it posted. 😊 it unfortunately has not made a difference in our situation, but I'm proud of this one.

[Ken e Bujold]

as you should be

[W. Barrett Munn]

Have to echo my friend Ken on this. Really an outstanding effort, lyric in the finest sense of that word. Congratulations.

Winston