The buttoned up way
you move your hips
crystalized my lust,
and I can't help but feel hopeless;
lost to the never ending
schisms in your head space.
Please don't misunderstand me,
don't take this as a rebuff,
but instead feel it as the longing it is;
pull wide open the shadows,
christening the doldrums
of some lost califate.
I know you.
I know your longings,
how they feed the repeat circle,
how the patterns of your speech
are like the murmurs of the sea:
they put me to sleep,
they challenge me to listen,
but the listening is only a half measure,
for my true being sits attop a mountain
millions of miles away
through space and time.
I've come to meet you here,
so let's palaver–
let's stop dicking around
and get down to it,
because I love you and
I will not fall into a well,
or grasp the ankle of some other man
for guidance.
Instead, I will be intent on your
presence and I will refrain from
wandering off so much.
--Stephen Martin, 8/2/19
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In a nutshell, post your poetry below for consideration in my monthly, online, blockchain, poetry journal.
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