This Poem is Asking For Your Love

This poem is not usually like this

I don’t know what came over it

It’s mostly violet under the sun

with a large yellow parasol and a pond

with a center that never freezes

I swear I had no idea

I’m so used to trees of hearts and

cherries within its branches

I can’t imagine

what woke this poem up

with a truth I never wanted

It called out the tower window and said

I was alone

That in itself is a morbid lie

I have long shadows in Autumn and clouds

anytime there is a sky

In fact everything was going so well until

this poem wanted to undress me

and bring back my love

and hold me close and rub

my forehead when I had fever

It had no idea what trouble could come

from this so I wrote it

then I ran from it

now I can erase it

to show I never needed it after all

because don’t you know, Poem,

if you have to ask for something

it’s no gift.