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Lonely is better alone
by Michael Anthony…and while I sleep
The sheets are warm where you lay
and the scent of you swells me.
I reach a hand to your hip, taste tomorrow on your neck,
and sip moans from the skin of your shoulder.
I hold the hand you hold to my face.
Our bodies touch. I am part of you
and your squeeze keeps me ….
And when I wake
My cold sheets smell of half smoked cigarettes
And my arms can not reach you.
Your neck, your shoulder
and your moans are lost
to the grey of unfinished dreams.
And today tastes like there is no tomorrow.
There is no you
and nothing to hold me.
03/24/2011 Author's Note: if i gotta do lonely i'd rather do it alone.
Posted on 03/25/2011
Copyright © 2025 Michael Anthony
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by Alison McKenzie on 03/25/11 at 01:56 PM I soooooooo get this. I've been to both places - Lonely but not alone, and, Lonely and alone. Today I am alone (as in I sleep alone) but I don't feel lonely. Funny how it spirals around, the different statuses and how they feel. I'm glad I am spared from feeling lonely today. The way you paint it, I could definitely feel the ache of it. |
| Posted by Gabriel Ricard on 03/25/11 at 08:11 PM Well said. There's some really nice visuals in this, too. |
| Posted by Quentin S Clingerman on 03/29/11 at 06:31 PM Loneliness can be a dull ache, an itch one can't scratch. |
| Posted by Julie Adams on 05/25/11 at 01:02 AM well done reaching the depths of loneliness with such a stirring poem...some lines I just love: "taste tomorrow on your neck,/ and sip moans from the skin of your shoulder." I have only a couple of poems on this topic (i.e. Loneliness, my Arizona), but it is an emotion we can all feel through your emotive words, kudos, peace, jewels |
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