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Sipping At The Bottom
by J. P. DaviesBreaking apart at the cells
she slid down the sheets
with an ashtray for a heart
and a bottle for a head
licking the corners of her mouth
the most perfect of disdain
lidless pisces eyes bled salt
If I could paint
I would take her canvas
and tear it apart
just to show her she's alone
but we taste, erase, ignore our past
and push it aside
forget our days and break away
embracing the night
escaping our thrist
with the dregs of lust
we drink, and drown
but alone
09/11/2007 Posted on 09/11/2007
Copyright © 2025 J. P. Davies
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by Laurie Blum on 09/11/07 at 09:26 PM I keep coming back to read this JP. First I love the title, it just keeps calling me back to read this again. And the way you evoke a vivid picture of this relationship with your word choices, I know exactly the feelings you mean to convey. On my favorites now!
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| Posted by Chris Sorrenti on 09/13/07 at 12:35 AM Excellent use of vocabulary and anology young sir. Pardon the pun but that opening stanza is a great icebreaker. Great to read you again. |
| Posted by Trisha De Gracia on 09/29/07 at 02:45 AM I miss your poetry too. please write more. This is lovely. |
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