Verbose bruises

• Patrice Aikonedo, Grade 10
• Poetry
• 2004

You'll be my lover and I'll use you to cover the bruises.
They were left by painful words, by others that wanted to peer into my life.
You'll be my lover,
And I'll be your tour agent
We'll explore,
With no real meaning,
Only for your enjoyment
And my thirst for money
We'll travel with noses in the air,
And nasty little glares
I'll have your arm and you'll have mine
We'll break the social ladder and tumble backwards.
We'll crawl in the dead of the night, and remake society,
And all the while…
You'll be my lover and I'll use you to cover the bruises.
They were left by painful words, by others that wanted to peer into my life.