4/18 NEW WORDS - Poseidon Ave.A Poem by MarquiseI was comfortable with being alone. The words “I Love You” began to sound like French to me. I studied Japanese in college. Until you came strolling along of course. Our encounter seemed innocent. Crossing paths on a
suggestive street corner where hookers play hop scotch on the chalk outlines left from homicide scenes. I wondered if you were lost at first. Wondering how you permeate my subconscious mind where my better half resides with one glance of your beauty. Stupefying my soul at a velocity unknown to my once broken heart. Not that it’s fixed, but it’s ready to be healed now. I shouted to the Goddess in you and insecurity turned its ear. So I assumed. Still I came after you and locked eyes with yours, begging for existence outside of this physical world. An influx of kisses proceeded. Your rogue hands caressing away apart of my soul. My eyes open after our embrace staring at a chalk outline of myself as you played hopscotch with wolves. “That will be 5 dollars” you said. Deplore resonates from my breath as I pay her. Marking my name in history as her 100th customer. How proud our mothers would be. I remind myself that love will never meet you on a street corner around midnight because even love needs beauty sleep. I was comfortable being alone. Now I must become comfortable with never crossing Poseidon Avenue again. Where beautiful vampires go Antoine fishing in a sea of egos and blindfolds. Enter at your own risk. Exit when they tell you to… © 2010 MarquiseFeatured Review
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Added on April 19, 2010Last Updated on April 19, 2010 AuthorMarquisePhiladelphia, PAAboutI don't consider myself a writer because I don't write often, but I have trouble putting words together when I want to express myself verbally. Writing is the one way I can do this successfully. I lov.. more..Writing
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