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[just mercedes]

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

[breathtest]

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

[qimissung]

This is brilliant.