Romantic Languages Poem by Nicole Assenza

Romantic Languages

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I’m still your greatest trend;
Your last spool of thread,
And your late night TV,
I’m Johnny Carson for
Some mild s’amuser or
The “je ne sais quoi” talks,
You change the channel,
But I’m still hooked on,
So tune in tonight and
Don’t give your time to strangers,
When I’m stuck in the web,
Twirled in the whirl,
Caught by your spell;
So charmed, I am sure,
That I’ve wished you were dead,
And still wish you well,
It’s all my own design,
Don’t you ever mind?

Please deserve my adoration,
You spark my fascination,
Mais je ne comprends pas;
This being parted, broken-hearted,
So, let’s-to the hidden pine trails of the forest,
And run across the night,
To find your buried heart,
Because I’m your happy end;
Your good-luck-good-bye,
Here’s to all the sighing,
Signing I’m still yours, truly

My hate is fine like wine,
Aging in Juliet’s Italian marble tomb,
Starcriss’d or cross’d. Mon Dieu
I’m your Mary Full of Grace,
Repentance just asks ten hail-me’s
For I know that you are rich,
You can’t buy this absolution,
I need my pound of flesh

So feel the ocean in your eyes,
Those panes of shaded glass,
You’ll cry yourself to sleep,
Be sleeping when you cry, “Alas,
She drowned in the Atlantic”
Sad, that, she’s still swimming,
And time’s just carried on,
Since 1912, and the hope diamond’s lost
Into the deep killing blue,
A stealthy coup-de-grace that is still dying,
Bitter, I bite back the taste of this, “au revoir”
My favorite, tradienne,
Au de No One But You,
An expensive stain, it sticks to my skin,
That hated foreign perfume,
I wish I never knew

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