the mourner

August 17, 2017 at 9:36 pm 1 comment

the mourner

here, in the moment
you’d thought to think timeless, time
has never been more present.
your mind has become
indifferent, as your body struggles, lost in the thing
called love.

later you discover
you desire her most when she won’t
be touched, unable to want
that offered. only the
untouched, the unknown and mysterious. and when she
is gone

she is most truly
your loved one, hugged close like
a nearly unbearable burden
of selfhood. your chains
made your meanings, you cannot (ever)
let them go.

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It seemed entirely unfair that the high-blown metaphors had nothing at all to do with anything except maybe the author momentarily thought she was getting paid by the word…

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