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billet doux
by Jody PrattHey you,
I thought you should know...
I confess, I cathect
and undress this precedent -
you who cause foibles;
I who foible at the sound
of your breath
from that chest, that
decrements intelligence,
and severs common sense
in this audience.
You who ooze
ataraxia over me;
the orectic dream
which makes me simper
awake and sleeping.
I who am satiety
reside in Cockaigne;
but only -
when I'm living in your eyes.
Girl,
I have to tell you the rest;
I am perfectly impressed,
undressed from head to toe.
Exposed, you see me naked
heart and soul!
You who make me lissom;
Listen,
you bend me like a string
of a broken, smashed guitar.
I see you, and when I do,
I melt; I'm butter but
I'm broken as a falling star;
there you are, there you are.
There you are.
09/30/2012 Author's Note: You know who you are.
Posted on 09/30/2012
Copyright © 2024 Jody Pratt
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by Angie Jenkins on 10/01/12 at 03:16 AM This is so gorgeous, I love the passion that you put into this piece. This, in my opinion, is the perfect love letter. I hope whoever you're talking to knows she's loved! |
| Posted by Joe Cramer on 10/02/12 at 10:14 AM ... exceptional, reads like the lyrics of a song.... |
| Posted by Philip F De Pinto on 10/08/12 at 12:25 PM I can't think of a better way to get things off your poetic chest, than croon this tune. Hopefully such a dart as you present, straight from the heart hits its mark or at least makes it point. Hope she has a heart to receive such, an ode as you unload. |
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