[POEM] person permanence

AMVabel

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i would gladly be
made-from-stone medusa
if it meant that She would keep me,

but i am supple flesh and so
i offer Her my lips, i launch a thousand moments of bliss.

Her lips – they are warm, very warm
and i am shaking, so slightly
when She takes my face in her hands
(they are dry, abrasive – but not:
they are soft)
and tells me i am beautiful.

for a moment, Hers is the face that freezes time forever –

and then
She
leaves –
quickly.

i wait.

the permanence afforded
by a frozen body
does not allow me hot, dry hands to ply my nations.
i rule not
over colonies of cells that allow for thought,
action, cognition and certainly not over
a thousand ships or a thousand
moments of bliss and
i wonder
if i ever did.

She leaves quickly.

i wait for two days.
i know that slowly
i am losing the power
with which i ruled over
my nations.

and when i hear
She kissed a new,
second girl and
chose her lips
over mine
i lose that
power
comple-
 
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