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Chase
by Anastasia Showslike white fluffy seeds of weeds
that travel in the wind
you blew fast away
i scampered
scurried
scrambled after
but alas, i was not nimble
enough to
clasp
collar
clench your quick silver body.
stertorous and suddenly heavy
i couldn't follow;
but my heart beat faster and faster
it was determined to fight
determined to tread
your heels and seize
your hands
because it knows just how
it feels:
the withdrawals of the
endorphin fix,
serotonin kicks,
love.
that you provide
just as a man should
but perhaps does not
nearly enough.
and sweat in a conga line
dances down my spine,
i awake from my sleep,
how long this nightmare
must i keep? 06/14/2010 Posted on 06/14/2010
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| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by Brian Roberts on 12/04/10 at 02:47 AM I had recently logged on after a long hiatus and searched for your most recent post...."sweat in a conga line dances down my spine" evokes certain dark memories of my youth, especially coupled with the "withdrawals of the endorphin fix, serotonin kicks," though my 'fix' to be sure, massaged the mu receptors largely, in lieu of serotonin and dopamine. Nonetheless, this work flowed like mercury within a rattled glass thermometer...it felt good to read your voice again, if I can't hear it.... |
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