Barbara Clafton Poems

Tears, shards of glass escape from my eyes.
The lump in my throat, a butcher's blade.
Pain I feel
because of the love forbade.
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Wrigling
tickling
sticking to your shoes...
feet, nearly always, come in two's.
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I said a little prayer today
for one who, sadly went away,
to somewhere he can watch from high
and wipe away the tears I cry.
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Cupid drew back his bow, taut-
aimed and fired.
Shot you straight at my heart.
You landed, bolt out of the blue.
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In the still of the night
when I have taken flight and cannot sleep,
you dream.
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I have fallen
fallen from grace
into the depths of love
the depths of despair.
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don't empty my soul
and leave an abyss like before
don't look through my eyes
down into my core.
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That silent, deft hand crept slowly
into the cavity that once was my chest
squeezed
squeezed harder
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I don't want to be a spare part
the little attachment to a lover's heart.
I don't want to be the one to feel
like I have been the one to steal.
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