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

[Mr. Darkblood]

As far as I'm concered, the current title is fine :)

[Desert Dreamer]

"Misplaced Desperate", "Growing Disaster", "Desperate Body Language"...I like your current title.

You have written in depth about some of the complications in relationships...I love the line "we can only love in knots". You have given me something to think about concerning body language...

[Miss Coral]

Reallly interesting piece... the images were powerful, and set a consistent tone. The flow was smooth enough that I didn't notice it. Great piece altogether, a good write.

Maybe "Your Desperate"?
I dunno. I'm not great with titles. Great job though!

[Zeitgeist Manifesto]

I like the title. You really "tied" (for lack of a better word) a lot of emotion into this poem. The images stretched out past the border of surreal. Slick work! I loved it.

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I found this to be a breathless write. So much emotion entangled in this. I like your title it fits the write. Your emotions come off strong. Very well written and expressed write.