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commonly called raggy
by Rachelle Howehere i am again.
the darkness is thicker now,
it feels like glue or paste in my feeble hands.
and here i am again,
with you on my mind and
in my pearls, though
none would know it if
they were to look.
and here i am again,
wondering if you even know my name,
wondering if we could dance
between the lines and
read innuendo between two slabs of bread.
here i am again,
wanting to take you, taste you, need you...
here i am again, open;
yours, if you would want me to be. 09/30/2003 Author's Note: inspired by an empty, aching stomach.
Posted on 10/01/2003
Copyright © 2024 Rachelle Howe
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by Aaron Blair on 10/01/03 at 12:59 AM I have an empty stomach but I'm not writing any good poems. Guess it only works for some people. I like this. It says, almost exactly, how I feel about a relationship in my life. Kudos. And such. |
| Posted by Christopher Shin on 10/01/03 at 01:01 AM The darkness like glue in your hand is very visual as well as the yearning to be close to the one you love again. Thanks for letting me have a gander hun. |
| Posted by Kristine Briese on 10/01/03 at 01:20 AM That first image is especially brilliant. Outstanding. |
| Posted by Don Coffman on 10/01/03 at 02:17 AM Such an aphotic adhesive you've gotten sticky with. You've gotten the spark of creativity from an unusual place, too, and have done well with it. The repetition is especially effective, and you have those oh-so-imaginitive phrases in there. *applauds* |
| Posted by Max Bouillet on 10/02/03 at 03:30 PM Completely cannibalistic! Longing and desire masterfully placed into verse! Thanks for posting. |
| Posted by Quinlan L Gibson on 10/03/03 at 04:50 PM ohhhhh this is eloquent longing...you can almost smell the need in this..nice job. |
| Posted by Trisha De Gracia on 10/05/03 at 02:28 AM "read innuendo between two slabs of bread."
You are forever quirky, crazy, hardcore and brilliant. This is a tiny piece of your "perfect"
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