Oh Wonderful's
Oh my God!
This is pretty much amazing!!
This has to be the best feeling
the world has to offer!!!
I’m so relaxed, its incredible.
I sink into it,
and its absolutely wonderful.
Even more wonderful because you’re here
with me,
and we’re sharing it,
This experience that has no meaning.
I doesn’t need one
because its already perfect beyond belief.
You and I are simply holding each other
under the blanket
on the sofa.
That’s a funny word
isn’t it?
Sofa…
Sofa.
Sofa.
Sofa.
Yes it certainly is.
Kind of like the name…Cynthia.
That’s her name.
She hates me though,
she told my little sister…
that’s crazy sad.
Like when my cousin died,
Shot by a gang member in Venezuela.
That’s where he lived,
its an interesting place to visit.
So is Boston.
I love it there, its wonderful.
You should come with me some time,
We’ll make little wonderful’s together.
And when we look back
on those wonderful‘s, we will laugh
and become more intimate.
Its nice being that way,
intimate.
But only if you have it…
if you merely long for it
its depressing then,
and you cry quite often.
That’s how I am.
Longing for intimacy,
crying while I do so.
So why don’t we get together,
because I know it’s the same way
for you.
I guess you could say, we lack each other,
if you know what I mean,
and I think you do.
This poem was written by Chantal Smith on Oct 25, 2005.
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