enough luff

Laugh, then, you old duck.
You’re bound to chuff it out soon.
You knew I bought into that
mischief you came wound around with.
I ought to have fought through
that huff and puff, but who could
have thought you’d slough off 
that gruff crust and be all soft
and tender underneath.  Now
I’m caught.  It’s a tough knot
I’ve tied around my own scruffy
throat like a muffler.  Hell. 
I love you, and that’s the truth.
Come see if I do that thoroughly


Posted on 2010/12/06, in Big Tent Poetry. Bookmark the permalink. Leave a comment.

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