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you know,
every time i pass a coarse-haired white woman,
ginger-red,
every time i see
hands like yours
[those great pale slabs,
hands the Mona Lisa would have been proud to own],
every time there's a cold-eyed leer,
whitest blue, clarity of cabochon-cut diamonds
every time there's a mention--
every time,
there's a start and a jump
and my heart falls out of my chest;
every time,
i shake and i breathe for hours alone,
because i think i've seen you
and i think i'm afraid.
every time i pass a coarse-haired white woman,
ginger-red,
every time i see
hands like yours
[those great pale slabs,
hands the Mona Lisa would have been proud to own],
every time there's a cold-eyed leer,
whitest blue, clarity of cabochon-cut diamonds
every time there's a mention--
every time,
there's a start and a jump
and my heart falls out of my chest;
every time,
i shake and i breathe for hours alone,
because i think i've seen you
and i think i'm afraid.
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this is. . .kind of personal. it's also true.
i've got a lot of issues, my friends.
note: this is not not not a love poem. upon skimming it, i noticed that it could look like one to the uninformed eye. so i repeat. THIS IS NOT A LOVE POEM.
i've got a lot of issues, my friends.
note: this is not not not a love poem. upon skimming it, i noticed that it could look like one to the uninformed eye. so i repeat. THIS IS NOT A LOVE POEM.
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So what is it if not a love poem? It reads like one to me, so I'm curious.
I don't know what to think since you say it isn't. The last lines in particular brought that out of me, and I identified with them from that perspective. But then I think far too much about love, mostly because I fucking hate it, so my comments should be taken with a grain of salt. Or the whole shaker, as may be more beneficial.
This reads nicely. Thick and luxurious without ever stopping, creamy currents all the way to the bottom. Yummy and colorful.
I don't know what to think since you say it isn't. The last lines in particular brought that out of me, and I identified with them from that perspective. But then I think far too much about love, mostly because I fucking hate it, so my comments should be taken with a grain of salt. Or the whole shaker, as may be more beneficial.
This reads nicely. Thick and luxurious without ever stopping, creamy currents all the way to the bottom. Yummy and colorful.