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by Ava Bluin the literal sense, what we are is
what we are: two people who,
on occasion,
decide to fuck.
we watch movies, sure, we even eat dinner,
we swim,
we walk on the beach
and cuddle.
we take steps every day towards the line between fucking
and loving.
we gyrate to musical notes neither of us recognizes, we
admire the way a mirror can destroy the good mood of any
insecure person and we take a bath
only after we've filled it with sand.
in the figurative sense, what we are not is
what we are: two hollowed out hearts
attempting to fill the holes with liquor,
sex and more liquor. we take a poetry class every sunday morning
when most law-abiding citizens are praying in church.
we find money in old books in the library and we
steal every copy of the bible we find.
in every sense of the words between us,
we dive into water, and we
never should have
moved. 07/23/2011 Posted on 07/23/2011
Copyright © 2026 Ava Blu
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by Gabriel Ricard on 07/23/11 at 10:02 PM The line about sand in the bathtub sums this thing up beautifully. This has so much interesting, complex imagery going for it. The abrupt (at least to me) ending is great, too. |
| Posted by Mo Couts on 07/24/11 at 02:42 AM Very honest and quite riveting; nicely done. |
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