JonathanManley
12-11-2017, 05:51 PM
Hitchhiking underneath my arm
– you’re not a tick,
you’re the tip
of an angry little iceberg.
You didn’t seek me out
, while I walked through bracken,
to bury your legs deep beneath my skin.
You were already there,
like a dormant volcano;
my own flesh and blood
, you’ve been with me for years.
Through happy days spent on the beaches
of Brittany and Italy,
you knew I never was quick to put my sunblock on.
I can still cherish those days,
even as I regret them
, while you erupt.
Little active volcano, my angry mole.
– you’re not a tick,
you’re the tip
of an angry little iceberg.
You didn’t seek me out
, while I walked through bracken,
to bury your legs deep beneath my skin.
You were already there,
like a dormant volcano;
my own flesh and blood
, you’ve been with me for years.
Through happy days spent on the beaches
of Brittany and Italy,
you knew I never was quick to put my sunblock on.
I can still cherish those days,
even as I regret them
, while you erupt.
Little active volcano, my angry mole.