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.
I think this is a perfect poem. Beautiful. @};---K
ReplyDeleteIT IS perfect.
DeleteLoved the poem.
ReplyDeleteHow 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.
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ReplyDeleteThis is so beautiful :)
ReplyDeleteThis is great stuff! Love to visit here & read your poems. Who are some of your favorite poets & poems?
ReplyDeletelove this. turns back the saying "I'll scratch your back if you'll scratch mine."
ReplyDeleteI 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.
ReplyDeleteChoice and true...as all poems should be. Thank you!
ReplyDeleteI like this poem. It's so heart-warming! :)
ReplyDeleteThis is so very pretty... such a simple gesture explained so lovingly <3
ReplyDeletemakes me itch...for someone to scratch my back
ReplyDeletelol 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 :))
ReplyDeleteyou make a difference thank you
ReplyDeleteFantastic Love Poem,what it's all about.
ReplyDeleteVery insightful and does more than just scratching the surface.
ReplyDeleteexcellent.
ReplyDeleteMarvellous, 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.
ReplyDeleteI 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.
BEAUTIFUL and funny and sad poem. Thank you for your willingness to write
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