your hands caress me in a moment of passion
but then beat me in a moment of hurt
you taught me the color of love is black and blue
we talk it out, we try to work it out
you plead for absolution, I forgive you
you love me again
you beat me again
you love me again
you beat me again
lower and lower I sink
still I come back with the love
and you repay me with the hurt
(Note: if you want to meet the author of this article he performs with others at the Bodega monthly poetry and short story reading, on the first Sunday of every month. 24 ST Nicholas Ave., Brooklyn New York)