Lingering Too Long

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January 18, 2007 / 3:31 am

There you are. Tried and true
And more man than I could ever
Handle hotly. You make word
Work wicked. Bring both smile
And sigh to my lips. Linger on the
Tongue too long for comfort. Cringe.
It's me again. Trying to tramp in like
A lover, treated as a night time
Distraction, diluted to the point of
Perfection. But there's not nearly
Enough of me in that and not really
In your equation. Everything gets
Sandwiched secretly into corner
Compartments, easily (I know) to
Dispose of later. I purposely played
By the book. Stayed available,
Stayed anonymous. Sat staring at
The wall waiting. Waiting for the words
Or whispers of recognition. Your smile.
You couldn't conceive that I'm sincere.
Serious. Never not nice. I took what
You gave and savored because my
Mother always said Waste not,
Want not. I've come to realize advice
Allocated to feeding filthy children cannot
Work with matters of the mind, body.
But I'm inventing new ways of winning,
Darlin. Don't dive head first into a pool
Of piranhas, princess. They'll eat you every time.


 

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[Jane Doe]

It's me again. Trying to tramp in like
A lover, treated as a night time
Distraction, diluted to the point of
Perfection.

I love those lines. The entire poem is fantastic, but I really liked those lines. Great write!