- Non-Erotic Poetry
- Full Stop
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Click hereI read your cues like a long-dead language
etched onto baked clay, carved
into stone. Your life is not my life,
your custom not my custom, your food
nothing I would eat, even starving,
for I did not butcher it myself.
This is why your love is dark to me,
incomprehensible, sewn in a black sack
I cannot even heft to guess its weight.
This is why I am now cool, now strange,
why I answer you in the harsh runes
of my own alien tongue. This is why
nothing ever works. This is why I’m done.
- COMMENTS
HarryHillabout 11 years agofrom a poets only favorite poem. well worth the trip. Boundarys that can not be crossed ...nomatter ...
buttersalmost 13 years agofeeling full in the mouth, like having eaten a rich meal, and yet dry, too, lips forever closed to thirst...-
it's weighty
Neonuroticabout 13 years agoI almost feel like I've been hexed reading this; such rich and enthralling imagery here.
twelveooneabout 13 years agoA 5 of course, rich in two ways, you know the one, here is the other:"Fool, Stop" is a subtitle, of a prose section of a poem forth coming from yours truly. Which of course, few will understand, and PO a few. Thanks, this adds an added irony. A suggestion form me? Of what possible value...? Here goes: Sesame seeds.
