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Needing Machine
by Lisa Marie BrodskyYou have the remote control.
You can lift y arms, which only go one way -
toward you in a tight embarce.
I walk toward thsoe with open hearts,
good, unsuspecting people
who come to care, not knowing
not suspecting
I am the needing machine.
You need not feed me food,
morsels from a plate,
you kiss me and your saliva tastes good.
My body absorbs your skin cells as your
arms wrap around my body
and the kind, loving look you give me
earns bonus points and is like an elixir to me.
Imagine a drunk machine, a high machine,
the only thing is,
rejection short-circuts my channels.
My arms remain limp, my eyes tear,
my heart is the last to go
as if some cruel joke.
I'm left standing there as you turn
me around and close the door. 05/22/2006 Posted on 05/22/2006
Copyright © 2024 Lisa Marie Brodsky
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by Vere Mantratriad on 05/26/06 at 12:44 AM I feel this... I'm SO there. Beautiful. |
| Posted by Julie Adams on 04/26/10 at 06:22 AM gorgeous, magical, and tragic...I love how this poem bends, the arc is stunning, how the ideas move with it too...ur such a talent...wonderfully empathic write...peace, jewels xo |
| Posted by Sarah Graves on 05/01/10 at 11:56 PM I find it interesting that the beginning starts off almost as an innocent embrace but as the reader proceeds into this machine, that need turns into a different direction. And then, ultimately, there is rejection. Great write, very reflective of how that process works. |
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