Stefanie Fontker Poems

Familiarity breeds contempt.
Of course, this is true
If one is contemptible.
When remaining unknown, aloof,
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Unable to be pulled apart from him,
Her heartbeats resemble percussion.
Lips upon another’s they waltz slowly,
Almost motionless in their emotion.
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Rotting on the inside
Tumbling within yourself
Unable to notice that
Men still watch you
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To a nameless woman.

Let me become sick
To the very bottom
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Crisp on my tongue,
Your name simmers
Away on my mind.
Flooded with thoughts
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Am I to sit here,
Upon this chair of yours?
Behind mountains
Of framed pictures
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I fear I am in the wrong,
Shying away from your
Blossoming Judas lips,
And the scent of vague
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Trails of cold fingertips,
And love-bites.
These are your marks
On me, that remain here.
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From all angles, I am
Once again attacked.
Rolled into a slight,
And small pinprick,
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