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Oh, dearest!
Your love is so vast,
Space cannot find it.
Your lust so great
I can hear its echoes
While among friends.
I feel the mummers of sex
In every set of eyes
And in the underside of couch cushions
Like loose change forgotten.
I see a secret
Dark and deep
And cheap
In the shade of lipstick
You apply before parties.
Your infidelity screams
From the silence
Of best friends
Of casual acquaintances
Of strangers
From you.
Your whorishness can be seen
Pouring out of every pore,
In every bat of your eyes
In the flash of your smile
In the way you swing that pretty ass
And undulate your hips
As you walk away from your prey.

Move on you little whore
Take your batting eyes
And flashy smile
Swing your ass
Undulate your hips
And show me your backside
As you leave my life.
I cannot stand this screaming silence
In every face I see
Especially in yours,
Knowing what we shared
Is shared again
And not with me.
So take your secret
The lie you hide
In lipstick
And parties
And move on.
You can sleep on any couch,
Looking for lost change
Or for more sex,
Any couch but mine.
You donít lust after me
Nor for a life
Here, with me.
You donít have space enough
For love.
Oh, dearestÖ

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The following comments are for "Dearest"
by Persephone

Oh Dear...
I loved this! I really enjoyed the way you walk us through this, through her and her whorish ways. I will keep and eye on you. I enjoy your style.

Nae ;0)

( Posted by: nae411 [Member] On: December 9, 2005 )

Hey, this is /good/. A passionate, hurting rant which never loses sight of style. Classy.

'Murmers of sex... undersides of couch cushions' is so incisive, and that pained paranoia in 'I cannot stand this screaming silence... shared again/And not with me'. This poem seems much stronger in these moments of analysis than in the intervening narrative passages... though I suppose you need those to push the thing along.

( Posted by: MobiusSoul [Member] On: December 9, 2005 )

Wow! From intrigur to paaion to disgust. Sounds like a real relationship. Lets all get to the point where disgust doesn't grace our door step!
This was artsy, heart-felt, and a delight to read for you your awareness, and your heart.
Please tell mom and de baron I wish best blessings.... miss their brand of.... (fill-in -the-blank)!
Best always,
ps- your poem made me sad. You are poetess through and through...

( Posted by: emaks [Member] On: December 9, 2005 )

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