we already know how this ends by Lauren Singeroh, a tragic sensation.
we do not need this, backed up
against brick walls in the center
of small cities,
clutching each other like dying swans,
and i want you.
my god i want you so badly,
i quake in your jacketed arms
and we are cold, and we are so sorry.
"i can't, i can't" you keep saying it,
people walk by, and i want to yell
"look, we are friends, we can do this,"
but no, we can't.
"i want to be over you"
am i saying it out loud or can you hear me?
i don't know anymore,
all i have is this clinging need
and every one before it to latch
all my indiscretions onto.
and i think we'll be alright,
leave each other on the sidewalk
and forget about it for a little while but
we can't.
you press yourself against me
and our mouths are hungry and lonely
for each other and when you bite down on my lip
i know that there is no one else
i'd rather breathe my life into,
no one else i'd rather hate so much for doing this to me. 11/07/2010 Posted on 11/07/2010 Copyright © 2024 Lauren Singer
Member Comments on this Poem |
Posted by Charlie Morgan on 11/07/10 at 06:57 PM ...two spheres of right-on; first the lovers[of whom you speak]are timeless and soooo personal and then with a similar but different vein is A TALE BY CARL SAGAN with a foreword by STEPHEN HAWKINGS...of how the Universal Man[read: Woman, too DUH,]responds on the Orb; selfish gene and all. i love the way this pome moves me, those two intertwine all the way through, ahh like......... |
Posted by Steve Michaels on 11/08/10 at 01:55 AM Okay, this is a line I wish I wrote:
clutching each other like dying swans,
Awesome! |
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