6 26 13

Beautiful internet strangers
rub it in my face:
the ephemerality of love,
that you belong to no one,
yet
I

creeper you daily;
stare deeply into your photographed eyes,
finger myself in the bathroom
whispering
your name —

tasting it furtive:
stolen piece of candy
suppressed by my tongue.

I’ve had and want and want you now
shaking even
all week,
thought it was
low iron
blood sugar
caffeine,

but

it’s just this overeager heart starving and straining
for you to pour again into it
like you did last week.

So this is why so long no reply —
internet girls
like I was —
am (?)
more than that I hope,
she doesn’t
smell me on you
to only more desire.

I’m past it.
I’m cool.
I’m a glass pool.
I’m Buddha’s thumb.

Always may you… be dis… covering your true self each moment you’re with…

I Difficult Benediction You

sloughing off the selfish with the most shame musterable…

I Waterfall Freedom You

one breath in…  *pause*  one breath out…

I LOVE YOU
I LOVE YOU
I LOVE YOU
I LOVE YOU

::: oh dear god how i love you :::

The familiar slug in the gut
of still being foolish enough
to believe in loss

reminds me
to log off.

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About jake.forrest

Poet. Songwriter. Etc. View all posts by jake.forrest

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