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sleep - hiding
by Ginette T Bellefrustation and alcohol
to kill the lights
and float effortlessly to recovery
but he tells me the ending doesn't always come so easily
he says stuff like that
because he wants me to understand
when laying next to him
i swear the most beautiful sound
is his heart bouncing wildly off my skin
drips like buttermilk cream
into the storehouse where confession sits waiting
3am and i swallow bouts of hard pain
in an empty bed
where he should be to cure me
...or at least help me to forget... 05/19/2005 Posted on 05/19/2005
Copyright © 2025 Ginette T Belle
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by Max Bouillet on 05/30/05 at 10:18 PM Nothing aches more than the absence of flesh, once you become accustomed to it. The feeling of loss is palpable. Tremendous verse. |
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