Free verse № 10077
Our New Tongue
How quickly I fall back on easy ways
With you, whom I have spent ten months
Hating - a strong word, yes, but
How else to name what once was love?
I have woken each of three hundred days
The mask of your face on my face
And now when the telephone rings
I pick up the husk of your voice.
Yes, since you ask, I have been amazed
At how time's flown. My brothers are fine.
The Ancient of Days still hangs
From the spindly frame you knocked up once.
And yes, I have seen the firework displays
Like last year's - no, I took a friend.
Yes, since you ask, she was
Female. No, since you ask, we have not.
I remember I laughed through the Mystery Plays
With you, those Middle Age words meaning nothing,
Those oaths of faith and love
Were absurd in our tongue, our new tongue.
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This poem, by the way Christ (if I may use diminutives) is just splendid, have an 8, i actually think it deserves a nine, but since you are an exceptional poet. I can't honestly read all of your poems and give them what they deserve, because then, I believe, I would just be knocking myself out of the top fifteen, and since everyone hates me, it would be impossible to recover my standings, forgive me oh dead composer.
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