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god cried for us that afternoonon the rocks, if I could be so
selfish; you had your hands
grasping at my empty vapors before
I’d had the chance to whisper
to you. I see you
shaking. I know you’re
hungry and I know
the temperature of your
eyes when you lie. you
said you were lonely.
half-truths are the essence
of symbiotic relationships, your
fingers trailing along my hips,
glacier blue eyes holding me
still. the rapids churned. god
cried for me that afternoon.
he was selfish, too.
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It is my sincerest hope that you find the time, opportunity, and drive to reignite the creative spark you possess. It is an additionally selfish hope that you return so that I can revel in it once more.
Even after so many years this one haunts me. The juxtaposition between the implied deep emotional aftermath of an encounter versus the brief shallow gloss over of those injuries in the final lines. The details almost weave themselves into existence. A testament to how richly you love, how deep you think, and your self restraint not only as an artist but a human being.
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one complaint only... God is a name and should have a capital G, unless plural and deliberately an abject thing like demi-gods
If you need a friend. you can speak to me.
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and I know
the temperature of your
eyes when you lie.
This is a striking line
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Oh my. My heart churns. Can a heart churn? Apparently so. Beautiful as ever, Maddie. This is one of the poems that makes me want to write it all across my body, all along the walls of every building in sight because it is just so beautiful and I want everyone to read it and I want /him/ to read it and it resonates with me so much I want to tear something out of my chest. You always resonate with me (and, by the looks of the comments on your poems, so many others) so strongly that for a moment it feels like I can echolocate I do hope things are going okay with you. If the need should ever arise, I'm always happy to flood you with cyberhugs or less overbearing things.
(Apologies if this comment doesn't make complete sense or is a little overbearing. I am very tired and now emotional. Anyway, I love you so. And I hope you are okay. I only meant to show my intense appreciation for this poem, your writing in general, and your existence as a whole.)
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This is lovely.
I hope you're doing all right.
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...wow. This poem blows me away.
I really do hope you are okay.
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