I told you I can’t lie,
but you know that I hide
something from you.
It’s no secret;
it is replete
behind my eyes.
My mouth may not yet speak
the words,
but you’ve already heard
their echoes like
birds awake before dawn,
nesting in the wild warm
of your chest &
neck, against which I press;
sulking for a caress.
I don’t need to tell you;
you’ve read it in my words,
the actor’s voice unheard;
stripped bare,
you’ll find it there,
if you just care
to look
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Comments1
'the actor’s voice unheard;
stripped bare,
you’ll find it there,
*if you, just
loved me enough*
to care'..
I cherish the pacing you've managed to weave
and laud, your tone of vulnerable boldness
as-if, you're crystallising that moment
in words, so as to shed your frustrations
in a relationship, that's chained itself to you
unrelentingly, tight..
(and worded so accessible
this was such a relatable read for me
thanks for sharing, dear poet)
😉 Ah yes, that dreamy, dark, delicious & deadly word: love. I was going for a gentle tone rather than anything reproachful. After all, Auden was right when he said "let the more loving one be me." I'm glad you found something relatable in it my dear x
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