Teddybears

I am no more a teddybear to take from your loins and throw in the corner
Than you are a teddybear to be cuddled with roughhouse adolescence
Nevermore to accompany masturbated whining
Nevermore to hear our soul’s desires while we pick at the button eyes
Nevermore to sit on daddy’s shoulder at a parade
Nevermore to hold mommy’s hand and salute
Nevermore to come in to after jumping on a pile of leaves
Nevermore to discover after years in a garage box
Nevermore to march in protests
Nevermore to accompany in hospitals
Our fur has worn off like old brass mohair on a Steiff
Arms outstretched for love
Feet propped to sit for hours listening
We are the teddys of perception and contemplation

© 2012 Terry Gloer

Teddybears

tgloer

Joined December 2011

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