Dollies

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Poetry  |  House: Booksie Classic
A reflection on how one can feel while in a relationship... as if you are just another collection...i hope i did it justice...

Submitted: March 21, 2013

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Tipsy from these thoughts,

Having had one thought too many.

Dizzy

Walking along the orbit of my mind.

 

Stooping for a drink from the fountain of mental whispers,

I feel the first tug of being unraveled.

Quite like a child fondling with the hem of his shirt…

Up and out I go…

Further into the labyrinth of my mind.

 

Memories scattered across the lake confined behind my skull,

Much like water lilies lay poised atop a pond.

Like buoys, they collide into each other.

The psychedelic explosion projecting mirroring images of me.

A me unparallel to her…

I suppose your insatiable appetite constantly gapes more is better…

Piling high your plate to suit your appetence.

Much like a hoarder,

A penchant for vulnerable china dolls.

A buffet of smiles and ripples of laughter,

The array of textures of skin beneath your finger tips.

Each a fresh field to sow false seeds of hope,

Each guarding a chimera of a heart you claim to share.

The more pieces scattered,

The less of you I have.

 

A sharp tug to hold me in place,

Poised and strong,

Kissed by beauty,

Wide smile,

Empty eyes.

Just another marionette in your odalisque.

 


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