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Duplicity
by Quinlan L GibsonI couldn’t keep myself from that pang of infidelity
It seems when I need you, you need me.
It should’ve remained thought-locked; unsought flashback fantasy.
My naughty, my nice, my erotic vice of obvious anonymity.
A beautiful piece of reality I can follow into obscurity for a few hours,
maybe a night.
How can I feel so sick and saved at the same time?
Pleasured in body; ashamed of my mind, and I still can’t look him in the eyes.
So I put on my disguise and hide it.
Abide by my rule that love and lust are separate, yet desperate desires.
07/12/2011 Author's Note: specifically for a friend...you trusted me, here's my poetic interpretation.
Posted on 07/12/2011
Copyright © 2025 Quinlan L Gibson
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by Rachelle Howe on 07/12/11 at 07:19 PM I dig! I think the second to last line isn’t really needed. I think it weakens the punch line. Other than: nice turn table sounds and flow. |
| Posted by Steve Michaels on 07/12/11 at 10:09 PM "How can I feel so sick and saved at the same time?" That about sums it up! :) |
| Posted by Mo Couts on 07/13/11 at 12:28 AM Quin--you're made of awesome, and so is your work! |
| Posted by Charlie Morgan on 07/13/11 at 11:25 AM ...several key points make this one superb human translation of LIFE, and i disagree w/ rachel the sedoned line is as needed as any other, perhaps become banal o'er the years, buuuuut, still....quin, i love it. |
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