Scotch and Soda
The front door slipped from its latch and he
came in — the man you're married to and love.
He knows about this Us, this you-and-me,
and it is for his sake that words like "love"
and "tomorrow" don't flow between us easily
when the disk slips into the groove on the CD
player and your shirt lifts above your head,
my ice settling in my glass, the beads
of sweat from the summer heat rising
on our skin. Here the truth is surprising
even to me: I don't mind what we don't
say, what you can't feel. "I love you" is scary.
I mean something lighter. What I want:
Lay with me — wide-eyed, wary.
Commentarium (7 Comments)
Excellent. provoking. alluring. I would love to see more of Factor's work.
I'm glad to see more formal poems on Nerve! I've never seen Factor's poems before, but I'll be looking for them now.
These sonnets are exquisite. Lovely, original, unconstrained by the form.
My feelings for you seem to grow in ways I never imagined. You have really made quite an impression to me. I eagerly await for your presence in three weeks. I anticipate we will both reach levels of intimacy that we have only had in our thoughts and words for each others ears to comprehend. Get ready to embark on something that will leave an impression on both of us that will last a lifetime. Wow, I'm really missing you girl!
These sonnets are incredible. True to form and yet not stuffy. They manage to use the language of our time efficiently and eloquently, without any stumbling to fit the form. I'm very impressed. And on top of it, the content is awesome.
I am truly and honestly impressed by these -- and i don't say that often! I hope she will send in more, much more. I'll definitely go looking for her other published work.
These poems are lovely! More please.
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