you are
comets crashing, creating the impression of water,
the persistent promise of
life somewhere close to heaven.
metaphor manipulated, stretched,
arching between real life and
fiction's unfair grasp of reality;
the culmination of my life's work,
compressed like coal into diamond --
the heat of a supernova.
phantom fingers that know
the difference between entropy and action;
perpetual motion.
the star
i caught between my teeth
and swallowed in selfish desire.
Author notes
Written in response to a poem written for me by the boy I rather love. I'd post it as a statement/response deal, but he's loathe of Allpoetry, and understandably so. There's no quality around here, these days; I've long since grown out of whatever reasons kept me here. The past is passed, thank god; I've little interest in revisiting. If I don't post here anymore, that's why; but this one poem is here to say: I'm happy, I'm in love and loved in return, and it's rather satisfying to have found an equal.
Comments
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I know what you mean about the difficulty of finding quality writing here. The main reason is there are a lot of very young people trying to find their voices, and suffering from the American public school system, which has been roundly failing everyone for decades now. But don't give up all hope! There are a few very good writers here.
This poem is stellar and it ends with a powerful and unique image/metaphor.
Hope you've been well.
Mark
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It's a beautiful poem. Thanks for posting Kessy.
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