Of Other Loves

Sometimes when I try to hate you

Up to my elbows in duty

You overtake me completely

By your innocent beauty

Sometimes, when I try to ignore you

And wipe away your taunt

You stroll before my firm employ

 Languid, nonchalant

Sometimes, when our eyes meet

And you fill every thought

I still pretend that I don’t care

Neither one tittle nor jot

But then, oh then sometimes I know

It is no use to fight

Ah pen, poetry, I love you so

…and I write

and I write

and I write

© Janet Martin