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There There

by Trisha De Gracia

Inside the still and quiet
of a silent mind is solace

oh

but Every place your hands belong
is where I hear her mouth
on you

and every Whispered goodnight phrase
is tainted with that switch of names

[you traded my Staccato for her tri~syllabic melody]

There is no silence
laying here

Alone.

09/20/2007

Author's Note: "Trish"

Posted on 09/21/2007
Copyright © 2024 Trisha De Gracia

Member Comments on this Poem
Posted by Olivia Weinkein on 09/21/07 at 05:43 AM

That last line NAILS it.

Posted by Tony Whitaker on 09/21/07 at 07:59 AM

We've all been there! Yes, even men. And for romantic types like me, before I was married, my heart felt like it was constantly going through the proverbial meat grinder. ANd the ONE great love in my life was also named Trish, so I cringe at the name. No offense to you. Excellent Trish.

Posted by Alison McKenzie on 09/21/07 at 03:21 PM

But "Trish" ends in such a sweet, lingering "shhhhhh" of a whisper. He doesn't know what he's given up, clearly. Want me to beat him up for you???

Posted by Laurie Blum on 09/21/07 at 03:37 PM

"Every place your hands belong is where I hear her mouth on you" That...is an excellent line!!

Posted by J. P. Davies on 09/22/07 at 03:00 AM

I already said I'd kick his ass but Trish won't let me... lol. J/K darlin'.

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