A Little Indiscretion
If I said that I wanted you
more than any other woman
And for what its worth
In more ways than you
might care to imagine
Would you ever dare
To be alone with me
Would you take away
this hunger
Would you relieve me
of this pain
Would you quench
the thirst I have for you
and leave me speechless
once again
Before I leave you though
There is something
I must first get off my chest
Whatever number you
may once have been
It is time now to remove
that mask and step outside
To discard the shield
you hide behind
Forgive me though if I do not
mention you by name
However since these words
are likely to remain
Long after you are forgotten
Treat this minor indiscretion
as a compliment
There now are you satisfied
Having crushed the old man
who dared to share his
most private thoughts with you
It seems to him
you had a change of heart
Whilst his was merely broke in two
Is that’s how you get
your kicks these days
I feel the need to ask
Well forgive me won’t you
If I now quit writing
I choose to do that
Just to spite you
And will leave you now
To all your favourite
domestic routines
To roughly thirty years
of boredom
To familiar fucks
and thoughts of distant balconies
Of cornfields and telephone boxes
And all those other places
Where we might have
More than once
Exchanged our DNA's
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Author:
Neville (
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Comments5
Interesting?
I'm not convinced of how the words will remain 'long after you are forgotten’
It seems some ‘bruises’ never truly fade?
thank you sylviasearcher.. interesting is good and will do for me.. I guess these words, now captured here will likely remain long after I am gone and forgotten, and if so.. I will be happy..
Whatvis it about your words lingering on that gives you happiness?
I kind of like the idea of being remembered for something other than being a husband, father, uncle, friend, work colleague etc
To be remembered for your poetry or the act your poetry describes?
for my poetry... I have written about a serial killer but I most certainly am not one... not yet anyway..
Oh I am I have assassinated several versions of myself several times!
I am ten chapters into a novel about a serial killer..
We could share chapters? My book is not about a killer...
You'll get me swooning with that 'familiar' stuff! heehee.
averting your eyes might help..
I'm a dark horse - do I read ALL the poem then swoon? lol.
pass..
Surely I must read them, to have a reason for the swoon? Or at least read them as far as the swoony bit. lol.
maybe you are just faint hearted..
A powerful reminder of what love can do to one or another of parting partners - - telling it as it is sometimes renews a forgotten time of happy union - - hope this poignant appeal hit the right mark Neville and the duo are now now makin' whoopee again !! An engaging read .
Bless you my dear Fay, many thanks for stopping to consider this old rant of mine... no, am sorry to disappoint but it was over and done even before these words were writ.. twas good while it lasted tho..... Neville
I agree with sylviasearcher. Bruises take quite a while to heal, especially those of the heart.
Nicely written though. 🙂
I always wear a Kevlar jacket with extra Kevlar padding left off centre..
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