If I don’t write
On the very first page of a notebook
Then I haven’t really used it yet.
It doesn’t count.

I could talk for days
But only to the right kind of person.
The kind that doesn’t care that I don’t shut up
And doesn’t give a fuck that everything I say
Is inappropriate, or intense,
Or that I giggle when I’m nervous.

Like velcro on a sofa, or sprawled out in bed,
Between smoking and fucking,
Or when the cocaine is wearing off
And nothing is working quite right anymore (for either of us),
We talk and talk –
Legs between legs,
Fingertips drawing patterns on body parts.
I trace over your scars.

The sigh of the curtains
Blowing back and forth in the breeze
Punctuates our whispers
And glimpses of the sun and the moon remind us there’s a whole universe to ignore.

When our faces are so close
We’re using each other’s breath
To kiss out a conversation
Like being nibbled by a butterfly.
I love that.
But I don’t keep my eyes open in such close proximity.
Usually. Unless you ask.
Or tangle yourself in my hair.

The reason it’s so important
For me to still impress you
Is because I was on the verge of giving up.
You saved ‘me’ (and this)
So if I no longer thrill you
What am I supposed to do?

This time next year
Who will you wish I was writing about?

32 thoughts on “Dalliance

  1. I really liked the personal nature and feel of this poem. I like reading what you post. I would say you are one of my favorite bloggers. Keep writing, no matter what! πŸ™‚

    1. Thank you! I miss them too. They’re not something you can have with just anyone… And I never thought that anyone would get that feeling (I know that feeling too well) from something I’d written… I’m totally astonished. Thank you.

  2. ‘there’s a whole universe to ignore” (Oh)westruck!

    Strangely, *all* my notebooks have a blank first page, left to come to them later that has never yet arrived. :/

    1. Thank you! Nice wordplay πŸ˜€

      And me too! I wrote somewhere on here about how I feel like I ruin notebooks by writing my words in them, and keeping the first page blank is kind of to do with that. Almost like I don’t deserve to write in such a nice book so I definitely don’t deserve to write on the most important page!

        1. Same – I’m going to be catching up on a lot of reading tomorrow, hopefully! Thank you again, and I hope you’re well too.

  3. Thank you so much for following me- because that’s why I got to find your blog. This is amazing. The way you write without giving a shit about rhyme schemes and stuff like that that all ‘poetry’ is supposed to adhere to… it suits you! I love how you write, I love the words you use and I’m looking forward to reading more ^ ^

    1. No worries, you’re very welcome! And thank you for visiting and leaving such an awesome comment – I do occasionally pay attention to rhyme and metre, but only if it fits what I’m writing. The words and meaning are way more important! Thank you again πŸ™‚

  4. Indeed, very interesting – you had me on every word! Thank you for following my blog, I will certainly take time to visit yours as well. I hope your day is a happy one! πŸ™‚

    1. Thank you so much! I’m glad you found it interesting to read πŸ™‚ And you’re welcome – thank you for reading mine. Hope you have a great day too!

  5. You had me at “notebook”! I just loved this poem. So excited to have discovered your blog and looking forward to reading more. Thanks so much for stopping by mine.

    1. Awesome, thank you so much! That’s such a nice thing to say. And you’re very welcome, I look forward to more of your posts too!

  6. If you don’t trace over a man’s skin the first date, the first time out, then it doesn’t count….

    This is an amazing poem. You write so well when you’re expressive!

    1. That’s a nice thought. I want to play someone’s scarred knuckles like piano keys. I like hands…
      Thank you, I’m so glad you think so! I think I’m starting to get the hang of it all a bit better now. (I hope so, anyway!)

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