blog of poet, leah umansky

The mischiefs and mistakes or (mis) takes are real

It could take years,      how real do you want it? 

*

All that leaning; the nest now muddied.          Near-slaughtered.

      (put away what rose-up)

No, not this one; this one; this closeted thing. I can learn. I can learn.

*

It might not be time;   it might not;   

it might not be time for;          or might it?

Love is strange and altered.

A second I, would look

                                                                                    *

It was big;        it was brief

However you bite or   bear it                          it’s there.

You may ask me to be formal, but get your bearings straight

I mean to burn it down.

I want to see    before the blooming

Beckon me                             

someone

                                                                                                                                    anyone?

                       *

I’m naughty; so na–aught-ty to lay this all out … and darling, my darling; my darlingest darling, I want to know moments.

See this,

it’s mine.

            (hide…….)

This, too, is tinged.

                                                                                            *

I can “oh” all on my own.

There was always the taking and giving

[ but it don’t work.]

Give me a real time

Give me real

Give

I am barely the wounded one

I am the          

blooming

© Umansky 2010