A Warm Body

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There she lies
In the next room
And I wonder why she’s here
Ne’er my wife
And yet she swoons
For what I refuse deliver

On my right ankle
A tattoo of death
One of daisies on her left

Though her I thank
For her soft breath
To fall upon my neck

She fills some hole within
Some whole not at all complete
Evermore may pass while
While loneliness competes
And nothing corrupts
The spoiled whole
While that hole within corrodes
From her presence and loyalty
Comes an acid love and hold

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tazz317tazz317almost 12 years ago
AN UNLOVING UNION

what bonds them together, TK U MLJ LV NV

duddle146duddle146over 17 years ago
Holding.

Will it hold ~ the whole truth ~ about the hole. Word play very witty.

LeBrozLeBrozover 17 years ago
~~

Here we go again with that other woman...

AnonymousAnonymousover 17 years ago
I thought

I thought it was great :) Well done!

-1hotfuck

McKennaMcKennaover 17 years ago
Good Stuff

I enjoyed the word play between "hole" and "whole." This speaks volumes about how the narrator views this certain relationship, as does certain phrases like "acid love." I'm left feeling confused --but perhaps this is your intent, to confuse the reader as much as the narrator is confused.

"Ne'er my wife

And yet she swoons

For what I refuse to deliver."

She swoons over ...nothing? This is the type of confusion I'm talking about.

"And nothing corrupts

The spoiled whole"

If it's already spoiled, what could corrupt it, goodness? Wholesomeness?

Interesting read, I'm left feeling as unsettled as the narrator seems to be. Any time a poem creates an emotional respose like that, I think it's good stuff. Well done.

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