Forgive Or Regret Poem by Floyd Crenshaw

I
Am a fool
Continual improvisation
Actions without thoughts.
So long with no idea,
Full of naivety, anyone trusting near.
'If
You
Please be kind
I
Will, too.'
Oh, what a chump
I
Turned to be.
I
Shot you.
In the shoulder the bullet bore.
The charge's sound quickly damages then retreats.
Heated lead punctures an enormous wheel of cheese.
A dead thud.
My hand drops trembling, my watch rattles against the gun.
You
Are on the ground occasionally screaming, but
Mainly angrily mumbling
I
Proclaim my innocence. Choosing imbibed ignorance
Over sober logic. The fault is mine
I
Admit, offering
A hopefully satisfying opportunity at retribution. Handing the gun to
You
A smile creeps 'cross and
Eyes dart up with body erect.
We
Jump startled and excited.
Holding the gun as a dictator in his parade
Conductor with a symphony
Child with a balloon
You
Uncock the pistol and surprisingly
Trash my face dark, bloody rare.
You
Look so lovely even after
The first highs of consciousness.
'I
forgive
You, '
You
Say kissing my punctured cheek and on
Grabbing my chin a ring catches
My
Stitch, ouch cringe, unraveling like active vacuums near string.
The further
You
Move away
The further
I
Decay...

I
Have never been in Love before.