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turquoise-blue
by Ginette T Belleyour sun-burnt lips
taste my slow-roast skin
a sea salt bath
has washed away the tepid seemlingly nefarious surface
that i tempted my feet to walk upon
liquid kiss
swirls in sweet, like honey dipped mango slices
in my voracious mouth
promises die an unwholesome death
and my apperception pulls me in deep
dragging the bottom of rainbow fish oceans
but i can feel your sand soaked hands
cutting through my sleepy flesh
and concupiscent screams roll off my tongue
float aimlessly to dodge creamy filled clouds
and i don't know where i am
until you whisper it in my dreams...
02/02/2004 Posted on 02/02/2004
Copyright © 2025 Ginette T Belle
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by JD Clay on 02/03/04 at 03:08 AM This one grabs hold of your mind and really takes it for a ride. Ethereal stuff, Ginette.
Pe4ce... |
| Posted by Chris Sorrenti on 05/11/04 at 04:58 PM Nifty poetics throughout this Ginette. Another feather in your cap to be sure. |
| Posted by Melissa Arel on 08/27/04 at 08:29 PM God, this is amazing! There are so many extraordinary lines in this, I can't pick a favorite. Rich with imagery, Ginette.. spectacular! |
| Posted by Max Bouillet on 09/25/04 at 04:09 PM Your images always enthrall me. They captivate and dance through my mind and send me to another place... and that is great writing. |
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