Amiga

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  • Friendship
    • catarino
    • Cultures come to conquer and their gods applaud.

    Amiga


    A
    letter to you dear friend-
    a voice-
    i listened.

    your words were always cracker light and fragile-
    i devoured you.
    the pieces of your passions crumbled
    onto my pillow-
    have you so easily forgotten songs we
    listened to and mouthed , long nights
    together in your bed up
    on the clouds…

    cold,
    morning death
    when sun wrecked what was left of us,
    and breakfast on the table there between us-
    eggs copulating on the plates,
    forks fornicating, and your eyes
    were crying for my skin,
    but I chose kindness over hunger-
    eating only what you served and
    never what we wanted.

    The table dances sunday morning as the records scratch their backs against the needle finger of no TIME.
    I've lost my closest friend and all my dreams of pleasing you.
    without the warmth of words your presence once provided-
    no poems will be written!

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    SavVySam commented on Amiga

    10-31-2009

    A poignant pain of passions left unexplored. It always haunts us with... what if... Powerful line"but I chose kindness over hunger-eating only what you served and never what we wanted." Wow ! Nice work!

    NenaT commented on Amiga

    06-27-2009

    This poem makes my heart ache....I was someone's amiga a long time ago. The painful emptiness and regret you convey is breathtaking.

    catarino

    06/27/2009

    beyond heartache, my friend...

    JadedJezzabel commented on Amiga

    05-21-2009

    bro i really really love this poem.........it touched me deeply.....a friendship not quite platonic but not giving up what remained unknown between you.....its tragic and beautiful all at once.....made me long for a time long past....thanks

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