I Don't F**k, I Make Love

My ex and I began talking again last night... Yeah.

The only question you had for me was

           “Given the chance, would you still

                F**k me?”

 

I was taken aback

                               

You see my piano player fingers

Aren’t searching your chests empty cavity for heart strings to

                Pluck

And my voice isn’t lulling you to sleep

                Anymore                              

My hands don’t need to cradle ghosts over the

                Phone

                to feel safe

or happy anymore

I don't care that you said you missed me

or you never hated me

because

this chest cavity of mine

Isn’t filled with your empty voice

And the dreams that went along with it

                No

 

It’s filled with hands on my thighs

And seashore blue eyes

The jut of sharp collar bones

With a canvas of sun graced skin

Stretched over his body

               

                His cello player hands are the only ones I’ll let

                                Hold me

 

So when you asked me if given the chance

Would I still F**k You?

I guess maybe

The answer is

                                Not in this lifetime

 

Perhaps if I still loved you

And I didn’t have dark curly hair to tangle my fingers in

And cheeks to caress with my long nails

And a heart I can listen to

                                Rather than imagine

 

Because him and I

We don’t f**k

                                We make love

Author's Note

everything is intentional

Reviews

[Rocans]

This was good... the end actually implies a lot. Enjoyed it immensely.

[Friday]

Impressive! I like the end especially.

[Mr. Electric]

Wow, that was a pretty strong poem. You're imagery is top notch and you packed in the emotions along with it. Great read.

[kera moondust]

thank you =)

[Kris]

I love this so much - I can relate to the feels in this one so strongly. Isn't it just crazy how a person starts to look when there's someone else - someone better - to compare them to? I loved the flow and the subtle lines like "Aren’t searching your chests empty cavity for heart strings to" contrast with the word that follows - "Pluck". Great piece, thanks for sharing it!

[kera moondust]

oh thank you so much =) yeah it's funny how ex's like to slip in, and you think they're not slimy anymore... but then yeah. =o