Friday, November 16, 2007

Spoiled For You

Spoiled For You

What did you do?
I’m spoiled for you…
My body will only respond
to memories of your touch.
And you left.

I look for you in others.
The look in your eye
the look of your skin
the feel of your chest:
shoulders, waist, ass.
When my eyes were closed.

It has led me down dark
Many who would readily take
if I gave.

I want you,
You want her,
She wants –
Who knows?
Do you?


Is this the nature of it?
To want what we can’t have?
If that’s the case,
How is there ever fulfillment?

Why couldn’t you wait?
You knew me…
And your selfishness won.

Dodge a bullet? Or,
lose some twisted form
of Russian Roullette?If there is an answer,
time grasps it in my stead.

Your poetry has turned prose,
My prose to poetry.
Can’t you see how much
The brief time altered us?

“Why are love poems cheesy?”
You asked.
I answered:

“Because in writing,
love is twisted.
Love doesn’t have the richness
it has in life.
In life it turns to something else –
in writing it stays the same.
Love exists in conflict.”

It’s the pining,
yearning for something
that’s lost,
Not there any longer –
In that you will find
oodles of cheesiness.

As this for you is.
As what you wrote for her
is not.
Rather it was your anger.
Anger with her,
Anger with yourself.
Go light up or have a drink.
I think that is all that can
curb your anger.
Don’t be angry with me.

I try to remember the good
In you.
It was there.
It is there.
I write the story that you changed
I write the story that you revealed

You are hidden from me now as
I try to move on.

Despite the stories…
Stubbornly, I will look on you
the same
as I always have.


The look in your eye
You used to admire
Now there is nothing
The same blankness like
the first time we met.

I’m a stranger again.
I had a chance.
You had a chance.
We had a chance

Do we only get one chance?

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