You may kiss my sleeve!

I cannot give you
my hand
for it has had
much suffering,
the heart is broken
beyond repair.
But if you
want a taste,
to get up close,
I carry my love
on my sleeve.

Reviews

[barleygirl]

This crazy poem stirs a mix of ideas in my head. I start with the pope & cardinals, I believe, who would have people kiss their ring. This gets me on that track where the narrator of your poem feels a bit haughty & standoffish in his/her offering of "love" . . . & lots of times, that exactly the way some people dole out their so-called love . . . as if we should be so privileged! (((HUGS)))

[andrew mitchell]

Haha I’m watching a program 18 to 19 century where the upper class English act so haughty, prim and proper hence the write. Thanks Margie. 😀

[Chris Shaw]

How sad is this? With a bit of a twist too. Tells a sad, sad story though, of heartache. Most of us know what that feels like. All part of life's rich tapestry so they say. Nice piece of brevity Andrew.

Chris

[andrew mitchell]

Thank Chris, I’m watching a series called Penny Dreadful which in return is conjuring up all these images of sadness. I shall view your fine works soon.

[Chris Shaw]

Penny Dreadful is a great title. Hope it isn't too sad though. Always pleased for your visits when time allows Andrew. All good wishes.