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A Lover's Lamenting
I'm going to miss
your recitals of old poetry
Watching your mouth form
around the heavier consonants
better than I could ever do
And how you sighed the vowels
in the late evenings
Your own words full of them
in your native tongue
Or, you made them up
during the passionate chaos
of orgasmic verbiage
I'm not a woman
but I learned, earnestly
when my ear was pressed to your cheek
As my mouth lent you my growl
upon your throat
How I reversed vampirism
and gave what I could
My substitute for blood.
I will hold on
to this pair of jeans
that you couldn't fit
into your suitcase
Since you had so many pages
of haphazard poems to pack
New writes, inspired by nights
of a wistful moon
And by my nomadic hand
down the dune of your back
My fake apologies
for disrupting you
But I had warned you;
Don't write in bed
Words drown, when they're wet.
I'm going to miss the image
of you wrapped in a bed sheet
at the glass door
Arms raised;
A mauve winged raven
Not knowing that you were practicing
going home
More clothed
I'll leave the earrings
where they lay
In the dish of proclamation
I'll stare at them
when I brush my teeth
or brush my hair
And when I wake at the half way
through a train-yard night
I'll know you weren't a dream
And that my erratic heart
had a reason before this sleep.
The morning is an empty mall
and I am broke now
A bed that I can't lay on
A couch, I can't sit upon
Things made for two
I don't deserve
I can say I love you
or, I miss you
But it seems like
they fall short after awhile
All the miles;
The crows peck at the letters
somewhere on a road
in Louisiana
Their beaks stabbing
at the consonants
like dry bread
Just to get to the vowels
Like we did, when you were here.
Two coffee cups in the sink
I will wash yours last
And that, then
will be that.
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