Lyndsey Grant

Loves Afterthought - Poem by Lyndsey Grant

I used to drink your spirit
Sweet, soured, succulence
Insatiable to your beckoning
I’d follow you to the earth’s edge
And jump, eyes closed
If you asked
I rotated my thoughts to fit your emotional schedule
Sometimes precise and soft;
Routine in your touch
But mostly
You had no care for rules
Became irate with regularity
All I wanted was for you
To notice me
To give me value and purpose
Thought I could define you as myself
But we
Are two separate entities
With singular identities
Pity I still cant recognize mine
And I think you are the same
Two insane people living in a sane world
You, my pretty bird
Soft yellow existence
Cannot be caught
You were born
Never attached, only to a whim
I stretched my limbs length
To possess you
For a fleeting moment
This was true
But I
Not used to your fragility
Not comfortable with my own strength
Curled my fingers tight around your hope
Squeezing my neediness into your freedom
Until you vanished
Silent sound was all that came
You, are loves afterthought
Like the cigarette after sex
Deeply wanted
And yet unnecessary

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Poem Submitted: Monday, April 10, 2006

Poem Edited: Wednesday, December 13, 2006

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