an unrehearsed universe

Inflammations

Not meant as a command
but a request a little tenderness
on your behalf a simple behest
a scintilla of kind any part you can spare
a bit of poetry if you wouldn’t mind
the sorts of words that never make
any sense
unless they’re lies

Not meant as a demand
(I haven’t any left)
it's an appeal to better natures
better angels it
need not be forever
see I don’t expect fidelity
only definite gestures
a pretense to civility a bandage
to seal the skin worn raw