like a toothache, like herpes

What can I say here.  I had to revisit the poem from 2012, because the man that inspired this told me yesterday that he missed me.  TMI?  Perhaps.  I still really, really like this poem.



If I say I loved you,
let me shade love with the metonym
a drunk tastes distilled in gin,
or the orgasm a crackhead lit in his brain once
and tries to get back
every fucking time he smokes
and misses.

If I say I miss you,
know that I miss you like the gone
of a pulled tooth, like genital warts
bringing on cancer later, like herpes
coming back every time my guard is down
to sting the corner of my smile.

About Susan L Daniels

I am a firm believer that politics are personal, that faith is expressed through action, and that life is something that must be loved and lived authentically--or why bother with any of it?
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26 Responses to like a toothache, like herpes

  1. Heartafire says:

    OMG, I love this! go get em’.

  2. Heartafire says:

    Reblogged this on Heartafire and commented:
    the mother of all rants! Go, Susan!

  3. Phew! Cool it Susan. 🙂

  4. michael says:

    awww who knew you were such a romantic? 🙂 I think these kinds of poems, but rarely write them. This was awesome Susan.

    • Thanks, Michael! Oh, write them! They are such a wonderful release of energy…and can serve as reminders of why to not go certain places with certain people ever again 😉

  5. Mike says:

    Clever word choices in a perfect voice – elegant work.

  6. Alice Keys says:

    I guess I better not say that I’ve missed your poetry, eh? 😉

  7. Rhonda says:

    way to stay focused! yikes

  8. nelle says:

    Oh my. From the heart and head. The sentiment reminds me of…

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