Wednesday, 2 February 2011

mordant

The sharpness of your mordant words
Is lost when you apologise.
I can laugh it off.
I can laugh and laugh
When I'm pretending that there isn't ill intent.
Don't be sorry that you hurt my feelings
It was banter
Only banter.
Funny, funny woman you are
Biting at me like a playful kitten
I won't let anyone cut your claws.

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