Monday, 25 May 2009

I Love you

and your perfect ask

‘Would you scratch my back?’ is enough

to stretch out hands because folk who love

happily scratch backs where a person can’t reach


and the perfect one

is the kind without give and take

repercussion; like a given scrape

of skin without expectation of return.


No; it’s not for gain;

no transacting for dividend,

economics, or seeking a friend,

but a reaching act of warmth and fingernails;


like a one way kiss,

my itch stopping behaviour

-simpler than poetry can carry-

back scratching seems, in love, all there really is.



  1. I think this is a perfect poem. Beautiful. @};---K

  2. Loved the poem.

    How many people out there are sad and think of *another* when they have an itchy back and there are no willing fingernails to be found? Too many. Far too many.

  3. This is great stuff! Love to visit here & read your poems. Who are some of your favorite poets & poems?

  4. love this. turns back the saying "I'll scratch your back if you'll scratch mine."

  5. I live in a world of asks, and I have to say that is a perfect ask -- beats all the ones I hear in a day hands down. Love this one.

  6. Choice and all poems should be. Thank you!

  7. I like this poem. It's so heart-warming! :)

  8. This is so very pretty... such a simple gesture explained so lovingly <3

  9. makes me itch...for someone to scratch my back

  10. lol come on turn around and Ill give ya back a scratch :)) you put such a heart felt feel to the itch of love and sharing beez :))

  11. Fantastic Love Poem,what it's all about.

  12. Very insightful and does more than just scratching the surface.

  13. Marvellous, John. The simplicity is astonishing. So many thoughts haunt my mind that even my words have jumbled up. You expressed an emotion, I wonder, I can ever again express.

    I wonder why did you add 'economics' in there. I want to scrutinize it, find the foundation on which this poem stands. While my brain wants to do that, my heart reminds me it is all about a scratching an itching back.

    When I was young, I used to do it myself. You know, with a comb. :D

    It is funny. No economics. Economics is a complex term, but the poem (I don't know if you did it intentionally) tones it down. Wonderful. In the end, I am just a man; a person.