Koha
You said you would take back the things you brought
Which you offered to share but belonged to you
A hundred and forty thousand in cash
And a boat
Bought with the payout from the holidays you never took
Morally fair
You said.
How much harder
To take back the things I brought
Which I offered to share but belonged to me
A hundred and forty thousand
Smiles
And a hand to hold in the night
My flesh
A beating heart
Two breasts
Offered to your hungry mouth
Meals laid on the table
In anticipation of your return
Morally fair, you say?
Ok.
Take it back.
Take back your money.
Take back your sweat
Take back your blood and bone and sinew
Take back your forsaken holidays
And your floating vessel made of tin.
If they were not freely given
They were never mine to keep.
But that which I gave to you is yours forever
I cannot take back
My hands
My hope
My fingerprints left on your skin
My days and hours and minutes
And eyes meant only for you.
They were freely given
They are yours to keep.
