The Long and Partly Unlyrical View

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Now that I wear a thicker skin
From heartbreak, can you fault me
To look with sexual eyes
At your sad and thoughtful yielding
I touch your hair, with hard hands

And I listen to the warmth in your voice
I know you are young, but you have
Learnt so well, not to be too clingy or distant
Your fish-soul is welcoming me in
A long dark tunnel of easy choices

By the elements of your freedom, I can breathe
Without making you are martyr, anytime soon –
Now that I wear a thicker skin
I won’t tell you about my most intimate troubles
I’ll reserve them for a psychiatrist

Who believes in promised lands, anymore?
Now that I wear a thicker skin
Let me pause, astonished, over your naked body
And remark on how I might never fall in love with you.

5 thoughts on “The Long and Partly Unlyrical View

  1. On a poem of such perfection, I feel like such a p**ck for pointing out a lowly typo!
    But, never one to be offended by what people may call me, I ask, “Did you mean, ‘Without making you a martyr…'”? (Instead of “…are martyr” 🙂
    God! I love this poem. May I have it?! *hehehe* I’m kidding, of course!

    Cheers,
    -R-

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