Seven Second Love Poem


We are of the same vein.
She doesn’t capitulate to cryptic speech.
She weaves through the superfluous and
repossesses what is real.
Her smile is murderous; when she flashes it,
I am overcome with despair;
another reminder of the emptiness,
of what I yearn for but cannot share.
Everything that is corrosive flows from her body
and aggravates the trepidations,
for I know it won’t last more than seven seconds.
There is something about the way she
swallows the air from the room and leaves us with
nothing
but silence.
We desperately look to one another,
but our speechlessness prevails.
She watches us flail,
knowing she has the answer,
the word that could save.
But I know it won’t last more than seven seconds.
Humble though certain,
and always resolute.
I must live knowing she knows me not;
But I know it won’t last more than seven seconds.

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