Inhaling Confessions

Inspired by the way we communicate, and what we never really verbalize to each other.

Where is your desperate, Lover?

You left it in cartridges of ink

to be spilled

along with whatever else was

on the table by your bed.

 

You fit crooked in a picture frame of nostalgia

with your arms outstretched like traffic lights.

Stop-and-go affection.

I can feel the presence in your goosebumps.

 

Small talk is a water torture exchange between us.

 

I watch you as you speak to me,

while I listen for body language.

You’ll feel it when I taste your cheek

like matches to tobacco.

 

That is your flavor after all.

You kiss like a cigarette.

I have no idea why you want me this time.

We breathe smoke into each other

until we’re inhaling confessions.

 

At this point you stop and apologize.

You had not meant for this to happen.

Again.

And I neglect to tell you that you don’t need to apologize.

I’m hoping you’re watching me,

my posture telling you,

I know you’re not sorry.

Not really.

 

We are dreadlocked together.
A disaster growing from the scalp of some situation

close enough to touch its thoughts.

We can only love in knots.

Should knots.

Can knots.

Have knots.

Dread knots.

 

Dirty in our metaphor.

Unique in our present participle.

Simile like adjective nouns.

We could be anything.

 

We can speak clearly with our tongues wrapped around each other.

They taste like apologies.

They taste like a brilliant lack of commitment,

with way too much sympathy.

 

I might have loved you forever in a past life.

I might have told you that before.

One of my ghosts might have carved your dead name in a forest.

Maybe we’re haunting something somewhere,

together.

 

We just can't be still for each other.
It's ok.

 

I can tell from your body, Lover,

you misplaced your desperate.

Author's Note

"I don’t want to be the best lover you’ve ever had, I just want to be your favorite." -Derrick Brown

Reviews

[Tasha]

Keep the name, I like it. It grabbed my attention. I love your writing style, it is unique just like this piece. I loved it.

[Elizabeth]

I love this... so many images to process. Small talk like water torture, your ghost carving her name into a tree... I think we have all had a quasi love affair that went this way, and you've captured it beautifully.

[deadly healer]

this title really grabbed my attention. it seems to symbolize every word in the poem and force it in two words. facinating u could ever come up with such beautiful but harsh writing. it was very intriguing and i would love to see more styles like this. i enjoyed every word of the poem as i soaked up the lines in my mind. u must keep writing.
-deadly healer

[Shelly Braen]

Very well written. "I watch as you speak to me, while I listen for body language." This is such a sensual line. It stopped my heart for a moment. There was so much turmoil and such a craving that I could nearly taste it. Your eloquence took me in and tugged at my brain waves. This was an absolutely beautiful read!

[Lilly]

The title captured my attention, as did what followed. An interesting piece that is well written. Its a great concept and I really love the title - I just don't think it applies to everything you have written about here. Personally I wouldn't change it though - its great.

[emmajoy]

This is a fascinating poem .. seems that feelings are paramount but emotions stay hidden in the humdrum; whatever the interpretation, i so appreciate the play on words .. the knots are nots, tied negatives. You juggle words as with that final line ..

[Wallflower]

We are dreadlocked together.
A disaster growing from the scalp of some situation.
Close enough to touch its thoughts
We can only love in knots
Should knots
Can knots
Have knots
Dread knots


What a brilliant play on words.

[Coyote Poetry]

I like this title. I dated a woman like this one in the poem. Booze and cigarette were are pleasure. We fit together in a self made misery. One of us decided the booze and cigarette were not enough. I like this poem. You took me back to a wild and good time. When we lose our mind. Sex, booze and cigarettes are enough. A outstanding poem. I like the ending. Thank you.

Coyote

[Ruth]

I think its great!
Too many people hold inside the negativity that we sometimes feel, the good things are always voiced but not the down sides with each other!
A great poem love, brilliant portrayal of communication, I LOVE the title!
xx

[Undying Glory]

wonderful write, and there's nothing wrong with the title in my opinion, although i have to agree with some people here that it doesn't encompass everything in the poem. you've picked a great topic to write about, and you've put it very profoundly too.
"We can speak clearly with our tongues wrapped around each other.
They taste like apologies.
They taste like a brilliant lack of commitment,
with way too much sympathy.
God I hope you can read my body language."
epic words man. overall this kind of reminded me of these verses:
"Now you're thinking of the things
You thought you wanted to say
But when you open up your mouth
They don't come out that way..." - Victims of Love by Good Charlotte
brilliant!