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Sipping At The Bottom

by J. P. Davies

Breaking 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 © 2019 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!

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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