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    dots Submission Name: Mango Treedots
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    Author: expiring_touch
    ASL Info:    26/f/Hamburg
    Elite Ratio:    4.03 - 136/243/156
    Words: 229
    Class/Type: Poetry/Misc
    Total Views: 763
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    dotsMango Treedots
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    Today I ate a mango and thought
    of your mum, how she peeled it
    and cut it for me, so very
    painstakingly.
    I never could tell
    if she liked me enough, all her
    stories put on repeat
    that I heard. I hope,
    she’s ok. I will write
    till this - those- these
    waves
    their incessant drizzle
    caught up with me.
    I am off my feet. I will write
    till this repeated hurt
    dissipates.

    I know I’m not allowed to miss you,
    It’s hardly fair, you know.

    I wish the walls of my room
    turn inside-out and let
    the monsoon rains overturn me,
    wash out the stains, fill the throbbing
    vessel, large and small, begotten
    when starlight filtered through
    the wetted roses in Barcelona,
    after an afternoon
    of giddy love-making,
    and you fell sick.

    Maybe I did too, and never
    admitted it, changing cities,
    jumping continents,
    running away and towards you.

    I will go back to Hamburg and find you there,
    as if we’d never left:
    First you,
    then me, empty-roomed and with a sawn jaw,
    and angry anguish I’d use to stab your vocation
    and sever
    our held hands.

    Learning that it is too late is too painful
    that’s why it doesn't feel
    very different from when I dropped
    my hot and desperate tears
    on your bed
    without stopping.




    Submitted on 2013-11-18 11:44:45     Terms of Service / Copyright Rules
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      I commented on this yesterday. Something went amiss. I said I loved it and FAVed it. Remembrances of lost love, makes one want to say, "We'll always have Hamburg or Barcelona."

    In particular recalling "wetted roses" and an anger "to stab your vocation" causing "desperate tears" to drop. Yes, I loved it. Again it's a FAV of mine.

    Phil
    | Posted on 2013-11-21 00:00:00 | by phil askew | [ Reply to This ]


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