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I wear your lies like a crucifix.
by Wendy GealI felt the covers calling out to me.
My curves were hungry,
as you threw me onto the bed.
I felt your spiraling seduction thick like matter.
I was lost in the feather-softness of you.
Your silken sheets
fell against me.
I was pretty pretty pretty, you said
when you whispered little coax tricks to me and kept kissing kissing me
until no part of me was left untouched.
I shred the idiom lies,
I wear them like a crucifix; I have always been devout.
Sometimes I replay them inside my idiot head and pretend they aren't lies at all
and dream you up next to me at every sunset and rise.
Taste.
Taste the hex I rest my head upon every night.
It is my pillow and to it
I have no more tears to shed.
I have already made a desert of myself.
08/16/2004 Author's Note: I don't want to accept that all of our perfect memories were lies.
Posted on 08/16/2004
Copyright © 2024 Wendy Geal
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by Chris Sorrenti on 08/17/04 at 02:13 AM Ditto on Julie's comment. A fine piece of spiritual outpouring; moving in every sense of the word. |
| Posted by Traci Mabats on 08/17/04 at 07:01 PM whoa-hoo, this awesome. |
| Posted by Jolie Jordan on 12/20/04 at 06:24 AM great write, I adore it.. especially the title. |
| Posted by Michelle Angelini on 01/12/05 at 05:08 AM Wendy, I don't know how I missed this one. Such pain and sadness - oh! how lies hurt no matter who they come from. Good work! |
| Posted by Lauren Singer on 02/16/07 at 06:30 PM that last line is killer.. |
| Posted by Jolie Jordan on 06/13/07 at 06:25 PM I know I've already commented, but having found this a second time around through member favorites, it's still as powerful as the first time I read it. so so good. |
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