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i can hardly express this

by Ginette T Belle

i miss rich moons and bare-back nights
the way i miss my heart in my throat
squeezed between gasps

and i'm so sorry
but it isn't possible for me to go any further
because my brain right now is reheated spagetti
and let's face it nothing REALLY tastes as good the day after
no matter how great you remembered it felt in your mouth fresh from the pot

06/29/2004

Posted on 06/30/2004
Copyright © 2024 Ginette T Belle

Member Comments on this Poem
Posted by Michele Schottelkorb on 06/30/04 at 08:00 AM

oooooooooo.... you have expressed it perfectly!!!... ah, the analogy of the brain and spaghetti, that is sooo classic!!!... the mind is not a terrible thing to taste... at least not yours with this incredible thought forcing piece... deserving of a POTD... awesome... blessings...

Posted by Ashok Sharda on 06/30/04 at 02:18 PM

But you did. 'Fresh from the pot'.Subtle.

Posted by Gabrielle L Gervais on 07/12/04 at 09:51 PM

i like this very much, is't genuine :)

Posted by John Ilotan on 08/05/04 at 04:44 PM

I really like the first three lines. Beautiful and original. Kind of makes me long for something I don't really want (does that make sense?). NIce work.

Posted by Meghan Helmich on 07/21/08 at 08:35 PM

ginette, this is exquisite. like fresh out of the pot good.

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