It is Only Logical
My heart is used to doing wrongs -
In wrong ways wrong hands to hold,
To waving wrong in the wrong winds,
To swooning wrong in all wrong waves.
My body wronging in wrong days -
Twisting wrongly, in wrongs bathes,
My wronging touches, in wrong lairs -
My screams projecting its wrong dares.
My skin’s been burning on wrong pyre.
Two wrongs make a bigger wrong entire.
My wronged body’ll burn – in wronged tears –
When will my ashes kiss the wrong blue seas.
AP
