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jouissance
it is not romance
yet it is romantic
it is not grace
though grace adds fine spice
it is not the flowing of vowels that make blood boil
it is the dangling of desire never met
the having is never the prize
nor does need simmer from satiation
for prolactin's curse
is but an anecdote to the pleasure of lustful eyes
and the suffering ornate with again and again
and this way and that
the almosts
and nevers
the wishes unfulfilled
with time to contemplate
and kiss the walls of a glass cell
yet it is romantic
it is not grace
though grace adds fine spice
it is not the flowing of vowels that make blood boil
it is the dangling of desire never met
the having is never the prize
nor does need simmer from satiation
for prolactin's curse
is but an anecdote to the pleasure of lustful eyes
and the suffering ornate with again and again
and this way and that
the almosts
and nevers
the wishes unfulfilled
with time to contemplate
and kiss the walls of a glass cell
Published 4th Apr 2018
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9th Apr 2018 5:34pm
jouissance, indeed!
i think we've all been in that space. separated by miles and internet connections.
well done.
i think we've all been in that space. separated by miles and internet connections.
well done.
9th Apr 2018 10:48pm
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17th Apr 2018 10:24pm
"with time to contemplate/and kiss the walls of a glass cell" ... great ending to a wonderful poem. Of course I love the title.
17th Apr 2018 10:25pm
