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fresh lilies and dried blood
by Betania Teschhe is the colour of a bruise
puncturing the water
in search of breath
and a lover
to take in his soggy corpse
to shed his skin with/in.
he is all purples and yellowes
a ripening grape
anxious
to burst and to spill
his juices onto fingers
almost unfamiliar
connected to faces unknown.
he is sanguine and lachrymose
decaying on my doorstep
leaning over to taste of
my living flesh
and giving me the flavour
of fresh lilies
and dried blood. 03/24/2004 Author's Note: I had a dream a while ago...about this boy I didn't get along with anymore...
Posted on 03/25/2004
Copyright © 2025 Betania Tesch
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by Kara Hayostek on 03/25/04 at 03:27 AM Vivid and nauseating, very interesting read! |
| Posted by Allan Haslinds on 03/25/04 at 04:48 AM Interesting variant of "didn't get along with anymore"... I hope *we* continue to "get along"! |
| Posted by Ashok Sharda on 03/26/04 at 02:11 AM 'fresh lilies
and dried blood.??? Mixed feelings? mixed associations?
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