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emily, emily, emily
by Emily Davidsoni think a man
can only say a woman's name
a certain amount of times
before he gets tired of it
and then addresses her with
babe or hun or
just a grunt
and he used to say my name
sincerely
letting it roll off his tongue
like a foreign language
but then
there was a night where we
made love
and he said it so many times
over and over
emily, emily, emily
until his heart stopped and now
he never speaks in that native tongue 04/02/2007 Posted on 04/02/2007
Copyright © 2025 Emily Davidson
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by Charlie Morgan on 04/02/07 at 04:39 PM ...ok, ok, i absoulutely love this in it's message...gawd gal, you say a mouthful...been married for 37 years and i too wish she knew that language [anymore]...so few of us...men/women remember THAT language...i'm see you as a great writer...peace, chaz |
| Posted by Chris Sorrenti on 04/04/07 at 12:08 PM Thought provoking read; I never thought of it that way, but you're right. Well stated honey-bunch! ;o) |
| Posted by Melissa Arel on 04/06/07 at 05:55 PM Great poem Em! |
| Posted by Joan Serratelli on 03/13/09 at 03:41 PM Great poety and very true. Men do tend to use pet names (probably because they're afraid they will call you by the wrong one). A good read! |
| Posted by Philip F De Pinto on 03/07/14 at 01:11 PM this poem devastates with its truth. |
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