- Non-Erotic Poetry
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I suppose, on that night you cried,
I died a little. Lived much more.
Though, not because of your tissue-thin
fragility.
More for the truths I found
within myself.
I saw you there, half-swallowed
by uninterrupted moonlight.
Made myself deaf to the sounds,
the unsteady sounds, of your breathing.
The realization was there between us;
brazen like a grinning child--unaware.
But I was glad--a sickly sort of jubilance--
at the sight of your tears.
For me it meant we were the same,
you and I.
No longer separated by the concrete fortress of
luck, beauty, money. Or happiness.
No, you came to me to find a light
amidst your darkness...
Came to someone as lost as you.
The cynical smile settled over me
like a shroud,
even as my face remained unmoved.
You reached, in the stillness, to find my hand.
Squeezed. Breathed aloud.
I didn't move.
Just welcomed you, silently,
to where I'd always been.
- COMMENTS
YDDalmost 20 years agoMisery loves company.
A poem about finding pleasure in the downfall of another,
an all too frequent human feeling.
Told as often told too often.
I like the phrase, "half-swallowed by uninterrupted moonlight."
A read with which too many will identify.
