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I wrote this as an update of Catullus' poem #55


I look for you each day
when I log on
have followed comments
with your bite
back to author pages of teenagers
in Iceland – once, a doctor
in Arizona, but he knew no Italian

the emo goth erotic
chat room spider web
shows no recent trace of you
I would know your words anywhere
by my body’s response

even your poems have been deleted
though I saved some
I feel like Miss Haversham
when I retrieve, and read

chance combinations of letters
make my pulse race
like a profile, glimpsed on a city street
and panting, I pursue —
it’s never you

I guess I only want to know
that you’re OK
that our love play was practice for you

and something good for someone
has come about, somehow

anyway

The desire has been expressed so strongly in this poem that i have begun to feel desire for this person, it is contagious. Thank you for posting, i could reading this again and again

This is brilliant.