Your Answering Machine Turns Me On: Poem by gordon nosworthy

this all makes no sense
you knew that
didn't you
but still you call me on the cell
from some distant planet you call culture
bright advertising
nursed on greed and love
the wiggle and the want”:

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maria
you call me
I come
you look so good
I want you
you move slowly
I desire you
you smile demurely
I reach for you
you move back
I stop
you hesitate
I gather strength
you hesitate
I reach for you
you reach for me
I move
you retreat
I move
you retreat
we talk
you laugh
I cry
you explain
you can't help yourself
neither can I
but we are not the same
you are beautiful
I am I
you are sought after
I am the seeker
you are life
I am not alone
you leave crumbs
for me to follow
leaving false trails
I get lost
you are so black
so shining
you are so sexy
so cruel
you are so soft
so demanding
I plead with you
you never listen
I try
almost constantly
you ignore me
I call you every day
you are never in
your answering machine
turns me on
maria