I love you like Pablo loved Matilde,<\/p>\n
From the fertile stalks of your thighs<\/p>\n
To your eyebrows that are<\/p>\n
Two intimate furrowed darknesses.<\/p>\n
My memories a soldier held in place,<\/p>\n
Frozen under the razorwire of<\/p>\n
A long-ago field of battle.<\/p>\n
I lie there, always dying, never dead,<\/p>\n
The ghost of your lips slightly parted<\/p>\n
And showing your teeth a little<\/p>\n
Hovering over my bottomed-out self.<\/p>\n
<\/p>\n
My body floats withered<\/p>\n
Along the river Ganges that is your abandoning love.<\/p>\n
I come to the mountain where the river of your love<\/p>\n
Ends<\/p>\n
And I look upward<\/p>\n
To find all the birds flying have stolen your wings<\/p>\n
And all the animals who gaze upon me from their jungle shadows<\/p>\n
Are wearing your eyes sewn over their own.<\/p>\n
<\/p>\n
This heart of mine is an earthworm writhing in the sun,<\/p>\n
The knowledge of your wan contentment without me is that sun.<\/p>\n
I think of your back arching, your hair thousands of blazing black-crimson beams<\/p>\n
Dazzling in all directions where<\/p>\n
The cries of your orgasm and<\/p>\n
The tears of your complacency merge:<\/p>\n
The water from your eyes stagnant drops upon your smugly grinning cheeks.<\/p>\n
This heart of mine is a bottlecap twisted into the dirt,<\/p>\n
Just a nick of metal emerging to glean a single moment a day<\/p>\n
When the sky is clear and the sun that is your wan contentment is strong.<\/p>\n
<\/p>\n
I love you like Pablo loved Matilde \u2013<\/p>\n
My depth of feeling like a great opera reverberating in my mind<\/p>\n
That sloughs off of my body in constant flakes<\/p>\n
As if dandruff in my eyebrows.<\/p>\n
I lie on my back and look up at the sky that is now purple like your expression<\/p>\n
And I watch the birds taking off and landing from the cliffs and the trees,<\/p>\n
Wearing the stolen wings of an angel who has left me<\/p>\n
Below<\/p>\n
Betrayed<\/p>\n
Waiting and waiting and waiting.<\/p>\n
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John Tustin I love you like Pablo loved Matilde, From the fertile stalks of your thighs To your eyebrows that are Two intimate furrowed darknesses. My memories a soldier held in place, Frozen under the razorwire of A long-ago field of battle. I lie there, always dying, never dead, The ghost of your lips slightly […]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":58,"featured_media":0,"parent":17,"menu_order":0,"comment_status":"closed","ping_status":"closed","template":"","meta":{"footnotes":""},"class_list":["post-127","page","type-page","status-publish","hentry","clear"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/euphemism.illinoisstate.edu\/17-2\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/pages\/127","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/euphemism.illinoisstate.edu\/17-2\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/pages"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/euphemism.illinoisstate.edu\/17-2\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/page"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/euphemism.illinoisstate.edu\/17-2\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/58"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/euphemism.illinoisstate.edu\/17-2\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=127"}],"version-history":[{"count":2,"href":"https:\/\/euphemism.illinoisstate.edu\/17-2\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/pages\/127\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":783,"href":"https:\/\/euphemism.illinoisstate.edu\/17-2\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/pages\/127\/revisions\/783"}],"up":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/euphemism.illinoisstate.edu\/17-2\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/pages\/17"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/euphemism.illinoisstate.edu\/17-2\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=127"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}