I still smelled like you the morning after
laundry detergent
sleep's heavy musk,
hard liquor...
The pounding in my head would not go away.
The visions swam within me
every time I closed my eyes
fingers clawing
fingers probing
where they never should have been.
It felt like some horrible nightmare.
But the pictures were too clear
The sensing-memory
too strong
to be imagined.
I felt your hot breath on my ear
Every time my head hit the pillow.
Do you remember
the things you said?
I laid there
morning sun streaming through the windows
Immovable
Wanting
to wallow, for awhile
and remain
in the filth of my own memory
Hating you.
Slowly
With the creeping dawn
one final thing came clear
Shadows danced on the bedsheets
and I recalled,
just how we left.
The way I cried
The way you held me
As your soul was cleaved in half
Never speaking,
we pulled apart
eyes promised quiet resolution:
Some things,
he never needs to know.
Author notes
I swear to God I'm still a virgin...
For contest: "Give Me" << ha! I read it this time!!
A contest entry
- Sex Or Love?? by Miss Kristy.
360 points, ended November 27, 2007, 12 entries
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Bronze trophy winner
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Honorable mention
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This poem interested me more than most have recently and I think its just because it bleeds wonderful imagery and raw emotion.. guilt, resentment.. its perfect! You are very talented.
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Thank you, I'm glad you like my work!
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Lol I swear you've been looking into my crystal ball!! This has the intensity of a moment that maybe shouldn't happen but when it does we feel the guilt and the exquisite emotion of daring to do something we shouldn't
Love, C
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right now...you could either call yourself a poet..or an artist...but since a poet is a form of artful expression...I'd go with that..
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Oh wow. This is a heavy, hard-hitting write. I like it a lot. There are moments in here where it's just like, stunning. Good write. Good luck!
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Thank you very much!
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Bits and pieces of it are right on the mark as far as what I'm looking for here. Other's are not, but overall, I like it. Good write.
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Still a virgin??
Yes, I spose, innocent till proven guilty...haha! I really like this poem. If you really are a virgin, you have beautiful creativity, the kind that I like. The dark emotional pull, that seems to linger.
Your in the finalists!
Keep writing, you have an amazing way!
x x x
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