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Never My Girl, nor Innocent |
by Lauren | The days go by, not I
No, I wait instead while love remains lost
a smooth dark wave that slides over my head
like sleep
watching you sleep
grief at the center of my dream
your lines straight in the mazed bed
possessed in your narrow trough, delusive
so afraid of the muscling-in of love
and the thistle kiss against your mouth-
the rush of pleasurable pain-
pain is meaningless and forgettable!
Words are unnecessarily intense,
yet trivial as feelings.
To be a hill touching an angel,
dust to rub the feet of my own Anaktoria.
How you eat my heart in this rosy wood,
as though it were an apple of bad blood!
Listen to me carry on,
mad as cloud-deluded birds.
To think what would be left
if the cyclone of silence I keep
were to shelter you no more
leaving me cold as a virgin’s sheet
only light air to inhabit my arms-
but for now lie fast and soothed
beautiful alone, holding back your virtues
while I suffer a vision that sets fire to flesh and cry:
Don’t escape what makes you tragic, dear;
be my rookish girl, and steal me for your side!
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