- Non-Erotic Poetry
- 45 wpm
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All he said was,
'You're involved, I should have known.'
You respond,
'ex, did you miss that part?'
But he says,
'Just admit it, he isn't your ex-anything.'
Wordless,
For maybe for the fifth time in your entire life.
Still...your lips are unmoving.
Thought, after thought,
And still you have none.
You don't know how to make him believe you.
Your hands are going-
45 wpm,
And you think,
'How do I expect him to trust someone he doesn't even know?'
Still...as the keyboard under his hands.
Impossible-
He is so far away,
Yet a click away.
You pray-
For this friendship with a man
That you don't even know.
Sadness for a stranger-
No sadness for the absence of a stranger.
Where is he now?
- COMMENTS
LeBrozalmost 17 years agoThis poem was mentioned in the Archival Review thread, in a picking through Lit's archive of over 36,000 poems.
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duddle146over 17 years agoVirtual affairs on Internet - things hoped for but never realized. Typing words of sensuous desire.
Daedalus369over 18 years agoYour work is so clean and clever and somehow very
purposeful. And your insight constantly surprises me while
your focus on a subject (any subject) seems so razor sharp.
Readers appreciate that kind of work.
