I Gave

I gave you my hand, open-faced extended,

placed it softly on your chest.

You folded each individual finger into a closed fist,

returned it firmly and placed it lightly on my ribs.

I gave you my lips, passionately pressed,

on your bottom pouting kiss.

You blew them earnestly away without ingest.

I gave you my words.

Like rocks hitting sheets of armor,

they bounced off your cheeks profile.

I gave you my soul’s dreams, secrets, solved enigmas.

You danced around them with clever steps of avoidance,

swaying in confusion.

I gave you my heart…all of its passion, strength, and affection.

You returned it on a platter, pins and needles stitching notes of refusal and neglect.

I gave you my back, with all of its frost and demise of what could have been.

Footprints lead away in blundering position.

I gave you my life

You gave me regret.

© Elizabeth Zsamboki