Maria Schmitt Poems

What would result
if your name meant nothing
some letters
some accented syllables
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Is it bad that I wanted
to say yes
to your indecent proposal
there in the classroom in front of your friend?
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Friends scattered across the courtyard
like transitory shadows
now here
now there
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The light from the streelamps
was golden and dripping
running down and bleeding into the rain
on the streets.
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I stepped outside of myself last night
when our goodbye went from normal to romantic and ridiculous.
I asked myself what I was doing but somehow it didn’t matter –
your lips, your hands, your back were all mine and I wanted them.
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I am suddenly overwhelmed with a
feeling – I should be somewhere else
entirely – this is not me, one is lost
in the waves, each bubble, each
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Let me sleep through the static and then carry me home -
away, quietly,
take me and wrap me up in silence and your arms,
blanket me.
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Breeze across the summer grass
Morning dew drips down glass

Sorrow passes from one to the next
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I am frustrated with myself
and my self-afflicted situation
my confusion
my revulsion
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I almost wish I had kissed you back,
I could feel it in my gut – the need.
Your fingers curled around mine, tips to
knuckles to palms, all mine.
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