8th unrequited

by kairo

Posted to Action Poetry on 2001-06-19 17:49:00

i’m onto the eighth
in a long line
of unrequiteds.
i had thought,
with such a round on round
even number
this time would be different.
this of course
is the statement of a girl
with eight unrequiteds.
a girl who has loved in secret,
loved in giddy laughter,
loved in downy nights,
loved in wet circles,
loved in sordid poems.
this is the girl
who writes of passion
lust and fuckspasms.
writes of hard thrusts
and hearts of steel.
who writes of pussy slides
and mouths wrapped around bones.
i am the girl.
the girl who has lost at the game
of love
who has no world to devote herself to,
who has eight…
that’s right folks
count ’em…
eight
faces and bodies and voices
she once loved.
not all of them entered.
not all of them even knew.
not a one of them loved her back.
but this last,
this eighth of eight
she thought would be different–
he softly kissed her in the morning,
he anxiously rubbed his leg against hers,
he quietly whispered her name as she
crawled animal-like ontop of him in the dark.
this is the girl
who has been touched
and fucked
and tossed about
but who has never been loved
in return.

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