Another night, another nightmare about GV8.
It's like my brain is giving me a high-five of suck.
I keep wanting to text or email him, see if he's just as bad off as I am. Connect.
But it's just hope disguising itself.
Gotta keep my head down and get through the day.
Gotta ignore my gut.
About Me
- Poetry of Flesh
- Los Angeles, CA, United States
- Love Sonnet XI
Pablo Neruda
I crave your mouth, your voice, your hair.
Silent and starving, I prowl through the streets.
Bread does not nourish me, dawn disrupts me,
all day I hunt for the liquid measure of your steps.
I hunger for your sleek laugh,
your hands the color of a savage harvest,
hunger for the pale stones of your fingernails,
I want to eat your skin like a whole almond.
I want to eat the sunbeam flaring in your lovely body,
the sovereign nose of your arrogant face,
I want to eat the fleeting shade of your lashes,
and I pace around hungry, sniffing the twilight,
hunting for you, for your hot heart,
like a puma in the barrens of Quitratue.
Ouch. I know how that goes. <3
ReplyDeleteOne that sticks out in my mind, was one that had someone simply leaving - the emptiness I felt (other than the feeling of a bowling ball being lodged in the lower part of my chest), was the worst.
You are so not alone in humanity for feeling that way.
ReplyDeleteAngela,
ReplyDeleteThat's very much like what the dreams have been. Random situations where he totally denies any emotions, any memories of me. I'm worthless to him, he deserts me.
Aldonza,
I know. Wish that there was some Kumbaya circle I could join. Sing and feel better.
Thanks for talking to me earlier today. Mellowed me out. :)