New York in The 1960's - 70's (3)I didn’t know you felt that way
just as the golden-haired girl
with bleached French roots
didn’t know I felt for her
(or worse, knew, and felt
less than dismissal)
we are ebony dominoes
pass the plain papered parcel
our affections whittled and sharpen
by the smoky knowledge we can never
confess ourselves or pardon
to objects of secreted passion
so remote and out of touch
the girl who falls for
a woman who loves men
the heterosexual who has a crush
on a flamboyant boy
things get broken without throwing
why is emotion so deluded?
I will never tell her my secret
just as you will not reveal yours
in our actions and what we do not say
there is the truth
explaining the easy pain of social discourse
masking itself behind awkwardness
when she talks about the men she dates
I dare not say … choose me you fool
I could make you dance
in a way you have not yet discovered
some people hang out of reach
even for sailors
leaning into the confessional surge
I can empathize
I would never have said yes to unwanted
dinner guests
so why should she entertain a clichรฉ?
girls who like girls fall for those who
cannot be reached across life boats
better I hold my green tongue
admire from afar
the provoking shape of her
the way she knows
people are watching
her sway to
unrequited love songs

0 Replies to “Unrequited love longs”

  1. “choose me you fool” oh my yes. I’ve thought that. Often. Usually after they complain for the umpteenth time about their relationship. That desire to shout “I’m right in front of you! See me!” Love it.

    1. There is no loss, she still has her, just not in *that* way…and that way isn’t everything (you’re gonna make me cry, I cry easily when drunk)

      1. I’m trying to respond to your Helen Mirren question. This is what has failed: I don’t think so. Remind me what it was. I can’t get back to the poem – I get ‘page not found’

        1. mmm I don’t know, WP is hinky at the best of times. It’s the one called something like The Golden Lady and it’s about a woman (true story) who urges the German’s to give back a Klimt painting that was stolen by the Nazi’s – really worthy film very, very good

  2. Aw, damn. It happens to us all the time really, no matter who we are or who we love. Sometimes we are just not noticed or loved back. Maybe for all the wrong reasons….

          1. You will make me blush Feather… you are really too sweet…hmmm did you read my last poem…I would love your input as it was something different for me.

          1. Candice, you must know that if I wasn’t married and you gave me even an ounce of encouragement I would be at your door to brush your hair and feed you chocolate and read your poetry.

          2. Ah you ole rake you! I think if you stare out of your window you will see a long line of poets queuing up with bouquets of appreciation for the YOU who is YOU. Don’t underestimate yourself .. it’s you who breathes fire into so many things. So many things.

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