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how far i'm willing to go
by Ginette T Belleif it isn't palpable quietude
biting into fresh unbruised juicy skin
sweet, pure white pulp
dripping into nooks after every chewed finger
if it isn't heavy in your hands
the actual weight it was meant to be
cradled in the hollow of your tender neck
balanced, laid bare
if it isn't spread like black and bloody lace
on the table between us
...then i don't want it
05/26/2004 Posted on 05/26/2004
Copyright © 2025 Ginette T Belle
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by Michele Schottelkorb on 05/26/04 at 06:21 AM succulent dark bloody tale... this is brilliant and brutal... raw and inviting... i love it... blessings... |
| Posted by Max Bouillet on 05/27/04 at 06:45 PM Something given in ease is not worth it? Only those things that are hard to attain and have been sacrificed for are truly treasured and worth committment to? Great verse with raw imagery that really got me thinking. |
| Posted by Quinlan L Gibson on 05/28/04 at 12:53 PM This is explosive with passion. I think this was a perfect tone. |
| Posted by Bob Arcania on 06/15/04 at 12:52 AM Powerful. I really enjoyed this and its strong images. |
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