every man I knew
traditionally or virtually
stamped my soul
with the softest presence
or the complete reverse of it
if he used me, I used him too
as this equipoise must be maintained
as they were the ones who pulled the strings
yet I was the one who put all the finishing touches
and having the last laugh
with no remorse
as they were always the ones with the flaws
damaging me and my morale
yet it’s different whilst going right down to the wire
is someone so gentle and sweet
that I can write poems about him
he doesn’t know, I don’t know what he would do
if I told him out of the blue
that our souls are compatible
despite bodily absence?
that I can feel their words uttered or written
working on me perfectly
and that this feeling
it’s much deeper than any romance
from which they seem to depart
and I wouldn’t dare to ask
just minding mending my broken heart afterwards
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November 2022
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Moon Desert
UK-based
BA in Cultural Studies
Crime Fiction: Love
Poetry: Friend
Psychology: Salvation
Where the wild roses grow full of words...
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so much life and that tinge of sadness that drips from your brush, a simple beautiful piece!
https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/By_Grand_Central_Station_I_Sat_Down_and_Wept