by Quin
"Believe for once," you said, in hushed tones, your hand in my hair, twisting the curls on your finger. "Believe in us," your mouth moving over mine, still speaking as your lips slid to my jaw and down my throat. "Believe in what I'm telling you, in what our future will be, in all that I swear will happen." "Believe in me," you whispered, your face between my breasts, our bodies still wrapped around each other, skin touching, as we breathed in counter-point. "Believe when I tell you I cannot imagine life without you, that all I want on this earth is to be held in your arms, to hear your heart beat, to have your scent surround me." "Believe," you asked, and I answered with blind faith until she called to tell me of your betrayal, and it was then I noticed the core of the word believe is lie.
6S - C1
Quin is the nom de plume of a woman born and raised in New Orleans, who spent time in Colorado and later in Utah (where theater was discovered and taken to heart). Her children are loved forever, a terrier sleeps at her feet, and words ache to escape onto paper. Her version of life in New York is here.
7 comments:
Blind faith is what we give. I hope you can believe again.
Love the last line. I'd never noticed the lie before.
i realised the more someone says 'believe me' the better chance you have that they are lying.
Congrats, congrats Q! You're a super star poet!
thank you, all of you... that you took the time to read is appreciated. that you took the time to comment... your words mean a great deal.
Awesome. Painful. I know that hurt. At least you took that and turned it into a fine six sentences. Thank you, Quin. ~ ej
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