Belinda Nelson

Teresa - Poem by Belinda Nelson

A friend just the early 21st century
Sweating bruised polygraph nerves
Breathing in the pollen in aching waterline
His grounding fists of 1954

If I am to open my eyes
Will the world have changed?

Her hips in the breeze and staggering sun
Through polaroid lenses
The past in the stars
Haunting and impossible
Gave me cold sweats

Who am I to ask what you are thinking?
I just want to tell you forever
In a sleepless fever
A cold white sheet
You are beautiful when you are not being so beautiful
And sweat each doorknob in morning dew

Topic(s) of this poem: Abuse

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Poem Submitted: Friday, August 24, 2012

Poem Edited: Monday, April 7, 2014

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