And The Truth Spills Out.

Published on by Tosha Michelle

imageFrom the archives. Happy Saturday. Have a wonderful weekend.

Let’s imagine that
you love me,
and no light can dim,
no faucet can leak,
and no one can take
you away from me.

Let’s imagine you love my risotto
and seared salmon,
and that you drink the wine,
the Scotch, and the tea.
Your eyes constantly on me.

Let’s imagine I’m what you imagine,
and I can cook risotto and seared salmon,
and never let your glass run dry.
All with my eyes on you.

Let’s imagine we had chemistry to spare,
that we are all warm mouths, and entwined limbs.
The eyes of the sun and the mountains.

Let’s imagine we weren’t the long read,
that took moments to unread.
The storm cloud that spilled
from our shattered wine glasses.
The headlights that flickered out.
The seared salmon that went cold,
the burnt risotto in the pot,
the empty glass in the leaky sink.

Now let’s focus on one true thing.
Your lying mouth and treacherous kisses.
The way you hurt me. Your eyes always
on the next best thing.

-Tosha Michelle

77 thoughts on “And The Truth Spills Out.”

  1. You make the reader actually imagine what isn’t almost the whole way through, as if it were truly romantic. My sense, though, is that instead of allowing the reader to feel the drop out, you tell the reader what she or he is supposed to feel or understand in the last stanza. Just as there’s the same steady rhythm of the ruinous deception of truth in Leonard Cohen’s great song, why not just keep your own you’ve worked so steadily to createe?

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  7. Heartbreakingly beautiful, Tosha.

    “Let’s imagine we weren’t the long read,
    that took moments to unread.”

    …you know? It’s like you’ve got a whole factory of brilliant lines in that beautiful mind of yours. That one right there is so awesome I really am just rambling because I don’t know what else to say about it and you other than you are amazing! 🙂

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  8. Since YouTube told me:

    «Unfortunately, this video is not available in your country (Germany) because it could contain music, for which we could not agree on conditions of use with GEMA.»

    .. I’ll make it available here for the European audience:

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  9. Rabbit stew for dinner tonight! Cant go wrong with that Tosha!

    Sorry to hear about all that, men are so rotten, everybody knows, hmm, that song was used in the film Exotica, I love that film, not seen it for a while, I think you might like it too, its very cool. ❤

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  14. Bonjour MICHELLE

    Je ne suis pas tous les jours présent

    Mais mon
    Amitié partagé est une douceur
    Qui apaise le cœur
    Mon amitié est une tendresse
    Comme on reçoit une caresse
    Mon amitié est du bonheur
    Ce bonheur je te le partage avec mon cœur
    Et je te fais une grande place d’honneur
    Mon amitié est un plaisir
    Comme si c’était mon sourire
    J’aime te dire merci pour ta confiance
    Belle et douce journée
    Belle semaine
    Bernard ,,,, bisous

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      1. It’s quite an old movie. I think it’s more than 25 years old.
        Ohhh, I’m great thanks. Big things I’m thinking on for the near future. That’s always good. The anticipation and excitement.
        How are you doing?
        🙂 ❤

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  17. Tosha, what an amazing poem you’ve produced.

    My favorite lines:

    Let’s imagine we had chemistry to spare,
    that we are all warm mouths, and entwined limbs.
    The eyes of the sun and the mountains.

    It’s like your making the reader, he/or she think of all the possibilities and bringing them to ponder of such wonderful imaginations and the thought of love.

    Love is pure and beautiful. I so love this poem very very much. 🙂

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  18. I love the way you bring the love to a climax and then hit with the anticlimax, the terrible truth. This poem starts with sweet honey filled tones and then finishes vitriolic. It has somehow a feel of La Fontaine’s Fables. I have to say I have met more than one man who would easily fit the description. Some people, whether men or women just love playing around perpetually in love with love or an idea of what they want rather than an actual person.

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      3. Like you are my dearest Poet and singer. I was wondering the other day why you don’t try to sign up with a label and sing as a career. I mean you’ve got such a beautiful voice and there are so many artists whose voice would not reach yours yet are out there making silly singles. You would be able to sing your own lyrics. Just a thought

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      4. You’re very sweet and perhaps biased .The music industry is really hard to break into. There’s so much competition. I also think it would take the fun out of it for me. I just want to sing for my family and friends, if you all enjoy it, then I feel I’m a success. Lots of love. I hope you had a good day. I’ve been on the go and I’m getting ready to go to bed. Exhausted.

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      5. You forget we’re almost a half cycle apart. Here the day just starts 😀 as it is 7.42 am I hope you had a fruitful and interesting day.
        I don’t think I am biased about your singing at all. You have a crystal clear and beautiful voice that touches the heart but yes, you are right, the music industry is hard to break into. You are right too in keeping the fun in what you love and are gifted at. That way you get to give it to the people who love it and you and give you back something directly for it. Sleep well and sweet dreams.

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  20. LIKE!
    can’t imagine liking anyone’s risotto. Not even yours. It’s a mistake someone called Gino Risotto made when they overlooked their tea. Yeuk!
    I do love the way you ended this piece. You can cook that for me allllll day long.

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  24. Your similar story always makes me a bit sad, even if it is somewhat different but the emotions are real. I always feel it. Having been there and having those memories brings home an account and you always seem to get some passionate writing out due to it.

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