Return to Sender

I thought about you last night
as I flicked my lips over words,
testing to see if they actually tasted
of more than peach flavoured lipstick
and toothpaste, I thought of your white smile,
burrowing my nose into crisp paper
I unrolled, then filled with chocolate
which melted as much as the one kiss,
the one you missed and got my ear instead;
I chew edges and wonder about lead poisoning
you have perambulated my thoughts – oh boy!
I hear you in the antiquated plumbing;
You see – I have depths, not yet plundered
I wax lyrical in the light of your cynical lines.
I hear you unfolding, so I lick the edges,
write your address and put my stamp on you.

I am hoping it will be returned to sender.




Poetry by Elle The PoetBay support member heart!
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Written on 2009-06-03 at 10:23

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NicholasG
A very eloquent "Dear John" letter in your inimitable style.
xox Nick :-)
2009-06-03