Smidgens
Posted on January 26, 2015 by Elan Mudrow
A world away
means we are dust
Showing a sign
Is a leaf in the crack of the sidewalk
Even if I did say
Something stupid
You know I’m true
Even though
I got mad
You know my heart is real
I’m aware
Of words
That shoot sideways
I’m guilty
Of saying
Things layered in misdirection
Even if
My tongue
Never touches yours ever again
Even if
My hands
Never feel the tautness of your stomach
I am
Your friend
Regardless of my desire
I am
An ear
Listening to your desires
But,
A world away
Means we are dust
Please,
Please,
Please,
No.
Category: PoetryTags: Author, Couple, Desire, Dust, Erotica, Heartbreak, Hope, Love, Poem, Poetry, Relationships, Sex, Universalism, Words, Writing
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Same here. I was left feeling sad yet not, lonely yet not, humble, yes humble, and in need. Trying to hold it together, left wondering.
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Thank You
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this is beautiful 🙂
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Don’t be sorry, it’s all right. I just wanted to let you know your poem resonates in a strange way. (Strange to me at least.) I assume authors wanna know what their poems “do” after they’ve published them. (I do at least.)
Never heard of intentional fallacy before but I looked it up now. 😉
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Ahh, I’m sorry. Cheer up. It’s just a poem. Do you know about the intentional fallacy?
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This poem made me sad when I wasn’t sad. It never happened to me before. It’s very strange but it’s also fine.
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Wow…I am…speechless…
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Really lovely.
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Thanks!!
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I love the line “Things layered in misdirection”.
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