‘My life has been one long…
cliché! …’ she sobbed.

He put his sunburned
muscular forearm flecked
with golden hairs
around her shaking shoulders.

She lifted her tear-brimmed,
reddening eyes to meet
his steady gaze.

‘Oh my darling..’
she breathed.

And they fell into
a passionate
cliché..

I’ve said it before and
I’ll say it again.
One man’s cliché is
another woman’s love-byte.

John Ciardi said,
The craft of poetry
is not easy.
It is better than easy.
It is joyously difficult.

Michael Shepherd

http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/clich-s-i-have-loved/