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Sylvia Plath & The Last Dance of the Baby Blues
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Sylvia Plath & The Last Dance of the Baby Blues |
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soul drifter Senior Member
since 2004-09-08
Posts 711Colorado |
Sylvia Plath & The Last Dance of the Baby Blues Sylvia Plath and the Last Dance of the Baby Blues I'm feeling around for my shoes she's breezing through her designs on me I'm breezing past the signs of the city red lights tranquilizing my mind green lights transmitting a code of a ghost of a chance with her I travel my heart, wandering down the road wondering when the night became a blur but please say I'm your buzzing bee say I'm terrific and light up when you see me stick to me like glue you're the diamond in my rough you've got the stuff to make my dreams come true You in your butterfly bell bottoms me in my gin soaked reverie thinking about you accidentally I'll meet you at the bottom of a glass of bargain champagne lady of my blissful pain you've got the stuff to make my dreams come true There's a scent of impending June there's a cigarette fog over the moon as she tips her neon halo to me a glimmer in her eyes, such stormy seas lady of the burning lamp light I'll be your firecracker tonight I just called to say I'll call you tonight guess I need a fix more than I thought I might I'll sew you to my side so you won't ever leave I'll give and hope you'll recieve I'll meet you, dancing, mystified by the way the starlight falls on your face give me a taste give me more of you and say I've got the stuff to make your dreams come true You and the stars are true you and the stars glow blue you and your grace glows through my melancholy my melancholy serenade the sky is making love to the summer shade and I'm making love to you only in my mind only every single time my favorite things about you your shine of morning dew your Scorpio tattoo your taste of strawberries and cream the soft sweet way you cradle me when I dream held inside your dream feeling outside my skin I can believe again in angelic love what're you thinking of? tell me what're you thinking of us? before I catch this coast city bus get your love sussed out for me I beg of you now can't you see I'm begging you now in the last of Friday's lingering light I promise you I'll be your firecracker tonight 'cause you've got the stuff to make my dreams come true it's more than good enough it's all of you I'm living for I'm all for you and I'm just wanting more Hypnotized by the faded light of the Seeburg and lingering in my mouth, the taste of her I feel around for my shoes punching B-2 for Sylvia Plath and the Last Dance of the Baby Blues "Poets are all who love, who feel great truths, and tell them; and the truth of truths is love." --Philip James Bailey |
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DavePage Member Elite
since 2003-12-21
Posts 2917 |
I loved your words. I always think these words need to be said. Dave |
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Midnitesun
since 2001-05-18
Posts 28647Gaia |
'I promise you I'll be your firecracker tonight' how come I never heard that line ???? an excellent write, dredged up a couple of memoirs |
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miscellanea Member Elite
since 2004-06-24
Posts 4060OH |
you and your grace glows through my melancholy "my melancholy serenade the sky is making love to the summer shade and I'm making love to you only in my mind" You write with passion! WOW! This is a keeper. There are so many thoughts and lines I could have copied! Love your title, too! Looking forward to reading more of your poetry. |
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J.Samm Member
since 2004-01-12
Posts 415Iloilo City, Philippines |
love this...great images here...makes me feel as if i too were in "gin soaked reverie" good job! |
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