Poetry is just the evidence of life. If your life is burning well, poetry is just the ash. Leonard Cohen

Thursday, November 3, 2011


How dare you?
You slipped under my shell like water
when I didn't even know
I was thirsty
I wasn't looking for a friend
I thought I was complete
but you showed me what was missing
introduced me to passions
asleep for so long
I had forgotten their names
Now I drink your words like wine
I need you like a drug
Damn you
I never wanted this
but you live in the contours
of my mind
you echo through the spaces
in my heart
You are within me for always now
like a virus.


Rachel Hoyt said...

Hahahahaha. I have heard myself say this before in this exact tone! LOVE it. The heart wants what it wants when it wants it. :)

nene said...

Hello! We are entering into those caverns where the myths began of unrequited passions.

Bubba said...

That's a nice tribute, Lolamouse.

(Oh-oh! Somebody's got a stalker - LOL!)

Now we just have to figure out who it's for!

Brian Miller said...

ha a virus, yes it is...but one i dont know that i want cured...smiles.

Pearl said...

Ahhh. I empathize completely.


Crayotic Ramblings said...

Damn it how they do that. This is outstanding, love. Really fantastic.

Pat Tillett said...

And usually a virus doesn't do us any good...
Like your poem a lot!

Anonymous said...

I like it :) The best friends are the ones who show up when you thought you didn't need a friend.

Dave King said...

Compelling - it gets under the skin, but is a lot more powerful than water.

not displayed said...

OK, I so know this feeling. Has happened to me several times

Beautiful words as always.

JustRex said...

Brings new meaning to the term "I got you under my skin", doesn't it?

Some people are just viral.

Mimi Foxmorton said...

How amazingly cool............
(and aye...it *does* happen that way, does it not?)