Your Pinky’s Bend
Am I suppose to promise to climb or swim somewhere
To capture and store your heart in a box so it can be
As safe as a virgin at the Playboy mansion?
Am I supposed to promise my life to your pinky’s bend?
Is it enough to stay true like I would to any girl that I care this much about?
I’ll be honest.
You aren’t that special but you are to me.
I’ll be up-front.
I will tell you when I fall short of my expectations or myself.
You may tell me a vow sometime, but you are still my friend.
I may be angry, but you are still closer and dearer than any other is.
Who you are I may not know, but I will know you so well when I meet you.
Author Note: this is not directed at any person. i was listening to secular music and the singer kept on saying he would do this and do that if the girl would "love" him. i thought. i could write that song. all it is is repetition. i could also say all those sweet nothings. i could make up a bunch of them too after i am a poet. i could make girls swoon with my words, but who would want to? nothing is the keyword in the phrase sweet nothings.
About the author
I live with my wife, an artist, in Indianapolis. Besides poetry, I like to take photographs, read books, travel overseas, and listen to news/political podcasts, college lectures and classic literature. You can read about my approach to poetry on my poetics page. To stay in touch, follow me on Twitter or connect on a variety of other social networks.
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