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Desire

I can only taste
the laughter

floating swiftly through the air.
Whispers of breath trail gently
upon my deprived and aching skin.
With one fingertip, you trace
a path of possibilities across
her uncharted map of flesh.

I can only stare
secretly

through my hair cloaking desire 
as I focus on you playing
and twisting sparkling strands of beauty.
I waste wishes on false faiths
that you will love me with braids, mazes, patterns
of pleasure and presence.

I can only stare
silently
and imagine your pliant
fingers tangling and smoothing my own
desire to be among others.

I can only feel
goose bumps, nerves
rising, creating a ghost
to fill the void of loneliness
devouring my still and thirsting flesh
and yearning hair.

Author notes

My name is Alyssa (Lyss for short) Copeland and I am 19 years old. This poem was originally written when I was 17, after I moved to Long Island from upstate NY, halfway through my senior year. Having no friends and no desire to make new ones, since I would only be in that school for less than 4 months, I would watch the other students and imagine what life would be like if I had been able to stay in one high school, instead of moving around until landing here at my third one. One day, during class, a girl sitting in front of me was playing with the hair of the girl sitting in front of her and the loneliness that struck me was so powerful, I was inspired to write this poem.

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Comments


  • the-gifted
    April 8
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    WOW. this is good. thanks for entering it and good luck


  • Simp
    April 3
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    Thanks for joining my first ever contest
    That was over so quick. I find it interesting, not meaning bad. I liked it.
    Simple, straight to the point.
    Hm, the idea of this makes me think of something. The first two lines.
    I like how you space. Like how you did in the beginning. The way I picture it (Since I read poetry out loud) its said slowly with a small pause. T


  • FightOffYourDemons
    December 8, 2008
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    I think I understand it but I am not sure. I like the way this is written with one line leading into the next but it seems to paint a million pictures in my head.. I just can;t figure out if that is good thing or a bad thing.
    In any case I like your writing style.
    You have written a really good albeit a tiny bit confusing of a poem

    Thank you for entering it in my contest.
    Best of luck


  • new born
    November 4, 2008
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    Great interpetation of the picture, wording was intricate and, well, great! Good luck.