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Stillness
I can't speak to you,
without being a nag.
I can't write you a letter,
without being pretentious.
I can't make an assumption,
without making us into asses.
One question
you granted me last night'
a goddamned genie at a fair.
'Yes,' you said, 'I still love you.'
The love you have
is still;
frozen and stiff and permanent'
the perfect exhibit
for the oldest museum.
I want it to melt
and expand
to my side of the bed,
where I lay,
being as careful and as still
as your response,
trying to go the whole night
without letting my toes
touch your tight skin.
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| love doesn't melt away.I like it |
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Comment by: madmonk - 2008-01-25 23:48
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One question
you granted me last night'
a goddamned genie at a fair.
'Yes,'? you said, 'I still love you.'?
I liked this part of the poem sarcasm with love involved is always the best.
I really liked the openess of the idea invites us all to think about our own relationships. |
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bold stuff, i must say. it seems the protagonist is all through with permanent love. love is to melt and expand, perhaps by bed or we are to expand or melt it as we are used to 'making love'- this is what your YOU might think....but....I want it to melt
and expand
to my side of the bed,
where I lay,
being as careful and as still
as your response,
trying to go the whole night
without letting my toes
touch your tight skin.
sandesh |
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| great stuff! |
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| Whew, you really are a poet. You go to your own places and see with your own language. When I grow up a bit more maybe then I can offer some constructive criticism. |
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