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the place...that place
by Ginette T Belleit's a general wonder
{because, in general, i wonder about you}
the eye watering, throat quenching
spicy, sour substance that embodies life
that is your skin
the spot right between your eyes
i stare at when i'm too shy to face the truth
burning the back of my chest
and i refuse to drink from the ginger ale
at the tips of my blood-pooled fingers
because pain is pleasure
a dying spool of thread
below the peeled wood at my feet
i lick my hands
and squint at the taste it leaves behind 12/23/2003 Posted on 12/24/2003
Copyright © 2025 Ginette T Belle
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by Max Bouillet on 12/30/03 at 04:39 PM A very fleshy surreal feel to this piece that is both intriguing and addictive. Great image twists that give the reader an alternate perspective. :) |
| Posted by Michele Schottelkorb on 12/31/03 at 03:50 AM pain is pleasure and pleasure is reading your work... blessings :) |
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