Hine Te Huna
Jul 22, 2017 · 1 min read

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.

Hine Te Huna

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