The Upper Hand [sonnet]

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I think I see now how the story goes
each time you’re faced with danger in a man.
For danger in your love scenarios
means giving from your heart more than you can.

The time I saw the writing on the wall –
the golden clue to everything you touch –
was when you said these words (you might recall):
“Your company I will enjoy too much”.

Too much for comfort, in your sterile world
of love-free, dirt-free, pain-free coquetry.
A myriad angels all around us swirled,
while all you saw was danger in the sea.

I thought you were a gift from wonderland;
but all you wanted was the upper hand.

© 2011, Alan Morrison

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