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a complete breakfast

by Ginette T Belle

nobody said it was wrong to eat the outside first
but for once i would want my cookie-crumble heart
to soak up fresh creamy milk
soft, mushy, melting on the brain
so ecstasy comes from every point of the universe
not just hovering in one over-sensitive spot

{i couldn't breathe my sapphire, couldn't swallow enough air
to get the sense of why my fingers felt like they were slipping}


and while my feet no longer touched the floor
hazy head butterflying azure sky just before it rains
the ephemerality of fireworks, disappearing into mars and its moons,
every moment felt like a baked bread and butter morning
before you realize what day it is and where the hell you ACTUALLY are

06/14/2004

Posted on 06/15/2004
Copyright © 2020 Ginette T Belle

Member Comments on this Poem
Posted by Michele Schottelkorb on 06/15/04 at 05:49 AM

this is an addictive start... ah, i can see and taste this piece... excellent job here... blessings...

Posted by Chris Sorrenti on 06/15/04 at 01:21 PM

LOL! Sounds like some of my own spaced out mornings after a night of partying. Well expressed mon ami!!

Posted by Rula Shin on 06/16/04 at 03:45 PM

Oh wow Ginette, this poem just rolled of my tongue and the images! How brilliant they sparkled! I too love, "i couldn't breathe my sapphire, couldn't swallow enough air to get the sense of why my fingers felt like they were slipping" - and the alliteration you use throughout is simply marvelous, not overwhelming the piece but making it delightful to read aloud and made the imagery almost dance off the page...and well, the best part is the abrupt ending that shatters this lovely kaleidoscope of color and brilliance...indeed the bubble does burst when one finally opens their eyes and realizes "where the hell you ACTUALLY are" - Great visuals here Ginette, and superb use of flowing language :-)

Posted by Alison McKenzie on 06/19/04 at 08:05 PM

"every moment felt like a baked bread and butter morning" I love this line. This line is the last eight years with my ex, and then I woke up. Yikes. I love it!!!

Posted by Philip F De Pinto on 06/21/04 at 11:45 AM

I sat in on your breakfast table and your offering did not dissapoint, but sate was I, with such fare that brims a cup.

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