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Poem: February Eleventh


I loved you
once and
honestly
still do

the past tense
more present
and acceptable
given the circumstances
or the lack therein
of dialogue
and social
intercourse
of any kind
existing between
these boundaries
that define us

tangential
entanglements
set aside
and away
you stir
my blood
like no-one
ever stirred
the ocean
above or below
the serenity
and illusions
of the noon-day sun

if you would drop
your fierce facade
and your clothing
I know I would too
yet I will not beg
out-loud for you
instead I leave it
to you
to read
the unwritten lines
etched around my eyes
by the lonely years
that have kept us
apart
alone
afraid

mired in isolation
instead of admiration
distinctly
distant
when we should
nearly
dearly
clearly
speak the unspoken

stay with me
awhile
unwind
the past
briefly
reveling in
revealing
the naked youth
still simmering
in our eyes.

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4 responses

  1. This was really heated. I love the single words. They really grabbed me.

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    1. Thank you so very much! This poem simmered a few days in my brain and I gotta say I am liking it. I often don’t like my own writing – but I suspect that is a common poetic conceit.
      It is 40 years of random personal memories distilled into one burning focus…

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      1. This was is burning deep, I think. 🙂 You should be very proud!

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