Modern Love: A Poem
Modern Love
A poem about what we call 'love' in the digital age.
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Swipe left left left,
Swipe right.
Fingers sliding on a smooth surface
Of seductive possibility.
A soulmate must exist.
He should be close enough,
Hopefully of a considerable height,
Looks alright,
The rest can be taken care of.
A desperate act taken for aesthetic.
What are your plans for tonight?
A casual search for a lover
In the 21th century
The human subject is replaceable
No Orpheus will follow you to hell.
Isis’s fidelity, after all, a myth.
Love, instead, is forced,
Like everything else, catalyzed,
artificially hurried.
Nothing comes naturally,
Not any more.
I remember how it felt,
On our last sunny Friday encounter;
When You laid principles of love to me.
Soft, the kind of lover you were.
I was too inhuman, I admit.
Now I dream all-day,
And long for the inscrutable all night.
Now, now I stand,
Where everything is made of sand.
All the seasons are equally painful,
Once I reach, it’s gone.
All is one, all is none.
For I met Love,
And spit on his face
Nothing exists outside of you.
You can’t behold Love
No matter how many times you meet
Unless...
You sent me to exile,
But I changed.
I changed a lot, thanks to you.
Since our last sunny Friday encounter,
I long for you,
Or a model of you,
My body, my entire substance,
An overflow of yearning.
The heart-throbbing
In its woeful state
Undone and exposed.
Like a stray animal
Abandoned on the side of the road,
Dying.
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Imaginations of you and me colliding
Again in a better way,
In a near future, My own private big bang
But Without a compass or a map,
It’s only the sand for now.
Nothing but desert and desertion,
Desert and desertion,
And the fiery thirst in the veins.
I went crazy for you at first,
And here I am crazy for you again.
True love was more than I could handle.
It was true,
It’s all clear now.
I’ll find my way back back back to you
Right to the exact moment it all went wrong
One last collision.
But kissing won’t do,
For the longing doesn’t weigh a pound of two;
I shall make Love to you million times,
In ways new to you;
You deserve poetic justice.
I’ll give you that,
And a million other things.
I’ll build up this desert into a haven.
Something can surely come out of nothing,
It has to, There’s no other way.
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