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warm body (just a)
by Ginette T Belleto the far too few boys
i hope the stay was pleasant
the sheets white and crisp
mint chocolate melting on pillow
i steam, evaporate into thin air
no need to hide the deed
i won't tell a single soul
lips bruised, yes, but sealed
do you remember my name?
no worries, just a faceless, sardonic
warm body, heavy on the grill
disappears like smoke into the sky
sunset fire, backdrop to this dusty road
i'll drop you off by the detour sign
and you can hitchhike back to "reality"
(i.e., dream, memory - your true love)
the next town isn't even on the map
i have no idea how i'm going to get there 08/10/2004 Posted on 08/10/2004
Copyright © 2024 Ginette T Belle
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by Rula Shin on 08/10/04 at 04:41 PM I found this a bit sad but expressed with quiet thoughtfulness and only a slight hint of regret. I see intention here along with the mechanical implications, for not all ships that meet in the night are forgotten in the day, nor are all momentary glimpses meaningless. After all, we ourselves do choose our own realities. That's what I saw. Great poem Ginette! :-) |
| Posted by Traci Mabats on 08/10/04 at 06:25 PM I actually think its quite heavy with regret. I've felt the same a time or twenty. *keeps the mints for herself now |
| Posted by John Ilotan on 09/12/04 at 01:52 AM This is beautiful. It touches me in a bittersweet way that I can't really express. Great work, Ginette. |
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