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in answer...
by Ginette T Bellei love you like the insides of an empty paper bag
hemorrhaging into non-existence
like my cinnamon breathe hovering in front of me
on a feverish summer day
my fabulist
the one of many who wear the same face
filling up again and again
with unending lust, only to deflate and retreat
i love you like the insides of an empty paper bag
playing the role of the invisible man
like my rumbling stomach in the dew filled morning
waiting forever to be filled up
screaming when your dead eyes flash me
crying when my lucidity hits the floor
i run and pray you do not follow
i can't think of any reason to come again
you would have loved me when i was licit
when i could drink you and not be drunk
09/17/2003 Author's Note: this is in answer to a friend's poem...don't know if it's finished...but i'll let it sit for a while
Posted on 09/17/2003
Copyright © 2025 Ginette T Belle
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by Olivia Weinkein on 09/17/03 at 11:00 PM awesome thru-out but the last 2 lines slapped me in the face...so relatable. |
| Posted by Rachelle Howe on 09/18/03 at 02:15 AM dance down my spine. this, this is beauty. |
| Posted by Max Bouillet on 09/18/03 at 10:35 PM The whole poem is brilliant, but that last two lines... "you would have loved me when i was licit
when i could drink you and not be drunk" is more than masterful. Great read. |
| Posted by Ashok Sharda on 09/19/03 at 04:32 PM ' love you like the insides of an empty paper bag' subtle but so definite. The last two lines speaks and speaks in no uncertain meaning though again so subtle.
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| Posted by Michele Schottelkorb on 09/19/03 at 11:36 PM whoa... the imagery just bites you on the earlobe with this one~hard... excellent... blessings... |
| Posted by JD Clay on 09/24/03 at 04:35 AM This elusive piece appears to be somewhat like a dancer behind a veil. Not fully exposed yet hardened with the truth. Good stuff, Ginette.
Peace... |
| Posted by Kristine Briese on 10/17/03 at 04:03 PM Oh, astonishing. Such images! |
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