Painted by Roberta Bradley
A Possessive Lover Indeed

As many todays
As people on the face of earth.
One for each of us.
Have you claimed yours today?

I’ve been wanting to give mine away
In exchange for tomorrow’s catastrophes,
Worse, next month’s catastrophes.

“Breathe,” she tells me.
I breathe in slowly.
Exhaling,
Blowing out the candles
One by one,
One for each catastrophe.

“Hold me,” Today whispers,
Close to your heart.
I am yours,
You are mine, if you wish.
I’m all you need.”

Taking comfort in our embrace
I take a deep deep breath and another.
“I’m so lucky I have you,”
I whisper back.

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