Europe Poetry #2 by Ginette T BelleWhy can't he see that lust is heavy
Beauty is fading
Love is a stain, red wine
On soft, white shag carpet
Never removing itself completely
Perfect, together we are
But he is wrapped in...
I don't know what he's wrapped in
He seems to like it though
He seems to love her
As he stares through me
To her
He seems to be slipping from a grip
I never had 11/01/2002 Posted on 11/01/2002 Copyright © 2024 Ginette T Belle
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