Wednesday, October 30, 2024

Turkish Delight (The Second Dream That Was Never Mentioned)



Late spring
The life of the young worker/designer and his secret was slowly coming to light 
Without his consent
A life of geeked bedrotting 
What a bore
til U finally came around 
unrequited fiend/voluble english teacher
both sullen 
Perfect for our vocations
In PT or as writers?
In having our bodies in the same safe colors?
Loving each shade of them 
Or giving them more variety 
at least in the summer
In being God & Goddess? 
Or in serving the only real constant one
I was in purity when I saw your "new" heart belt 
The start of my second real attempt to devoting my life to my Lord
Your latest story was eerily similar to the burned stills in my memories 
Fragments of the past 6 years up until that point
Relived 
Relieved that they're fading away
But it was enough to make me believe you aren't real
Words being pulled out my mind and soul while I slept
There was no way someone just like me existed elsewhere 
Still believe you don't, there could only be one
And you are the one
You say I owe you a poem 
Didn't you read the second half of my other work
Traits of mine
If not here's one you're not going to like...



Hours spent on the couch, waiting patiently
Everyone evaporated 
had spent hours eating donuts
had you where you told everyone you hated to be
In my arms
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Appreciating U 
Warmth to that faceless apparition  
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Your Hands Were Never Mine (Only You Know)

On the bus on our way back home   Sitting across from each other, staring til one of us would roam A patient game for two impaired, impatien...