Monique
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Misplaced
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I should have let you be,
Knowing I could not just sip of
You; who were spilling over with somber ardor
And my thirst was a sadness
That had been violently handled,
But certainly not touched
For what felt like centuries.
You whispered into my void
With fluid fluency.
But so buoyantly did you flee
In the night
These barbs sliding right off
Your back.
This heat has never oppressed me
Quite like it does
Now, that I can see my growing shadow,
My shrinking reservoir
In this fractured bed of stone
And only faintly recall
The song-sound of your taste
In all this resounding
Silence.
-m.m.d. 2015.
