parallel paramour


never ask who I was, or where I went to

let there be no questions, looming

in your pretty mind, on restless nights

your lean arms branched above your head, an extension of self

as if grasping for something, someone

in tangles of white organic cotton sheets

that have never enjoyed the weight, of a feminine shape

the quiet contemplating itself, you resent it nightly

and i was yours, i was there

an unflinching phantom, a galaxy of a girl

a mother and a misfit

a forgotten toy wound too tightly

yet somehow remaining sentimental

a partner of a different time, a different place

your parallel paramour

and i am not unlike

the sleep you seek, deprived by your pride

a comfort abstained, a presence departed

a. duncan, 2018







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Amor et melle et felle est fecundissimus || Love is rich with both honey and venom

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