SHELVING PUTRID CLICHE'S

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JOURNAL #20

I don't know how long that I can continue to

sit on this

for I refuse to be tortured any further

by a touch

nor be remembered with merely just a passionate kiss

that's hardly my style

as I am a sensual woman

and deserve so much more than this

the very scent of your unclaimable love I could

almost admit that I smell but I won't

such confessions from me

you do not wish to hear

so your precious space

shall ever remain yours

just that

precious space

so very distanced from my own

as I love you that much myself

fools in love

it seems

are so very painfully slow to learn

obviously

I am not above such putrid cliche's

go ahead

laugh

when for the longest time I couldn't

yet oddly enough

now I can

that was what lead me to the notion

that finally its well and completely

over

oh, one can hope!.............

(Feb. 16, 1999)










Author's Notes/Comments: 

call this my poetic reminiscing over how many of my fraught relationships ended without the other person knowing until after the fact that I had indeed had feelings for them once upon a time.

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