Not By Naught

Even as chastity lifts her skirt and
Holds the length of her thigh against my waist
I am at loss,

How can I say it:
I cannot claim the leg
I cannot claim the heart,

These words do not belong to me
While my mouth is still a macron over (woah)
Her smile, too close, osculable and warm
And leaning into mine, but there it goes;

She returns to her hollow of light
I clamber into my burrow of dark

So even as I tilt towards bedlam
For the length of a season with a tin cup
In my hand, a crutch, arriving at the end of
The world alone, slouched and gray
And wordless

Her breath mizzles just a breath away
And my mouth a macron over woe.

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Apparently macron is not a word people are familiar with. It is (noun) the little line used to mark or denote a long vowel.

8 thoughts on “Not By Naught

  1. thnx david. that would be a clever interpretation. actually, i feel stupid now. chastity is just a metaphor for a girl i met a month and half ago.

    she probably thinks i am dumb as rocks cuz i am about as interesting as one. but… i am fond of her. *emo* *rip wrist open and jump rope with veins*

    stop avoiding me so we can wander around at 4 AM on rail tracks carrying a dozen beers.

  2. thnx david. that would be a clever interpretation. actually, i feel stupid now. chastity is just a metaphor for a girl i met a month and half ago.

    she probably thinks i am dumb as rocks cuz i am about as interesting as one. but… i am fond of her. *emo* *rip wrist open and jump rope with veins*

    stop avoiding me so we can wander around at 4 AM on rail tracks carrying a dozen beers.

  3. ah. has she read this?

    and you’re not about as interesting as a rock. like we always talk about, we just don’t “advertise” well because we’re private people.

    and we’ll meet for sure soon.

  4. ah. has she read this?

    and you’re not about as interesting as a rock. like we always talk about, we just don’t “advertise” well because we’re private people.

    and we’ll meet for sure soon.

  5. it is over. the moment’s gone, i’ve turned back into a pumpkin again. infinite sadness. abstinence sounds like a good idea. but… i shalt not be abstinent with you. er. what?

  6. it is over. the moment’s gone, i’ve turned back into a pumpkin again. infinite sadness. abstinence sounds like a good idea. but… i shalt not be abstinent with you. er. what?

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