WHAT YOU MEANT
This marriage is dead,
Cannot be plagiarized
The backside is rose rubbed.
What feels right are patterned reminders.
Say, you didn’t mean, butcher.
Say, you didn’t mean, cleave.
Say, you wanted to leave me a bit to hang onto.
(c) Umansky 2010
blog of poet, leah umansky 
Great poem Leah! I love the evolution of it..so sure in the beginning, yet it unfolds into a vulnerability that is so innately human!