tagNon-Erotic PoetryYour Mother's Table

Your Mother's Table


In an effort to mend
the beat beneath your breast
you made me promise to

"Come back to me in the end,
walk me to the stable,
bring my mare an apple,
taken from my mother's table."

I said I'd miss the plucky girl,
if you grew up more womanly,
you said,

"Come back to me when
birds meet autumn at its end,
come back to me without a word,
as the boy I remember, as a man."

And when many years had passed,
you found me in the stable,
having brought your mare an apple,
I took you on your mother's table.

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