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I have to tell you the truth:
there's a cobra lurking just beneath the skin
and coiling through your veins.
"I love you" and "I'm sorry" and "Please, come home with me"
drip like poison from your fangs.
I know the weight of a lie, darling;
I search for the scent of others of my sex in every shadowed corner;
We cohabitate.
I regularly check your sock drawer for love letters and ring boxes,
for any sign that this isn't just another hunt for you,
but I know it's the hunger talking
when you whisper those things late at night.
The stitching on my heart is slowly unraveling,
All my clumped-up stuffing flows out of me dying to escape;
sometimes,
I lose myself in the beat of your heart
under my skin
and the sigh of my name
from your pouting lips...
but I don't remember leaving
That hickey on your chest.
Maybe that's the crazy me talking.
I've always heard them talk about the last threads of sanity;
You are pushing pins and buttons farther than they should be pushed.
How I can rearrange my face every time,
Astonishes even me,
because there's a cobra in you
and it's slithering toward your heart,
and I know your blank eyes well enough now
to know you aren't really looking at me
when you whisper about love.
Thank you for converting me into a mad-woman,
but I'll let myself out the back door.
there's a cobra lurking just beneath the skin
and coiling through your veins.
"I love you" and "I'm sorry" and "Please, come home with me"
drip like poison from your fangs.
I know the weight of a lie, darling;
I search for the scent of others of my sex in every shadowed corner;
We cohabitate.
I regularly check your sock drawer for love letters and ring boxes,
for any sign that this isn't just another hunt for you,
but I know it's the hunger talking
when you whisper those things late at night.
The stitching on my heart is slowly unraveling,
All my clumped-up stuffing flows out of me dying to escape;
sometimes,
I lose myself in the beat of your heart
under my skin
and the sigh of my name
from your pouting lips...
but I don't remember leaving
That hickey on your chest.
Maybe that's the crazy me talking.
I've always heard them talk about the last threads of sanity;
You are pushing pins and buttons farther than they should be pushed.
How I can rearrange my face every time,
Astonishes even me,
because there's a cobra in you
and it's slithering toward your heart,
and I know your blank eyes well enough now
to know you aren't really looking at me
when you whisper about love.
Thank you for converting me into a mad-woman,
but I'll let myself out the back door.
Literature
snake
I will slough off
all my feelings for you
like a second skin
for somebody else
to slip into
Literature
serpent
Pretending to be a lover,
you come to me as a man
to the pomegranate tree,
blind sighted by your hunger
to taste of its
heavy-laden mystery.
Now, a serpent transformed
with darting tongue
sniffing out the promise
of fallen fruit
split by crows taking flight
as you approach
low to the ground, unblinking
stare like tiger's eye
mesmerizing,
when I succumb the weight
of cool scales wrapping round
the membrane, smothering
rubies of luscious red with the
undulations of your legless crawl,
to the heady quench and thirst
between the spongy chambers
of bloodied pith.
Literature
Monophobia
Your hand found my heart with ease,
just as your words always found cracks in weakened armor,
and with the same fluidity that constantly drew my gaze,
filling me with childish need atop the comfort of company,
even if lonely:
we were never ones to stand individually.
Then you play my heart strings,
with the skill of devoted pianists and the poise
of Egyptian princes,
garbed in such confidence I have no choice but to move my lips
to words hummed beneath your steady breath;
the words my heart stammers over,
as weak a fool as ever.
Necessities mash like fevered lips,
merging us as one being,
one entity of which to rejoice with
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I'm not going to tell you who wrote what for this one; I will tell you I sent her a note with what I'd written, and she added and edited and rearranged from there.
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My favorites:
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A collaboration with the ever so lovely
I'm not going to tell you who wrote what for this one; I will tell you I sent her a note with what I'd written, and she added and edited and rearranged from there.
DO go check out her gallery; I admit to stalking it far too many times myself
My favorites:
Harvest Moon Three a.m. moonlight
across lazy dust motes; a
tree scrapes the window.
Your arm weighs on my hip like
whispered promises of love.
Watching Butterflies--FFM 17 Sometimes, he wishes he had someone to talk to. Ray sits on a bench, his rusting, creaky elbows perched on his rusting, creaky knees, and watches the butterflies. Cumulonimbus clouds stretch across the sky above his head, the kinks in his metal spine curved against the wood and groaning with the breeze.
"Let's put him here," they'd said, a gleam in their eyes. "He'll make a great tourist attraction!"
They'd glued him to the bench, molding his rusting, creaky feet to a slab of heavy concrete. "Feed the birds with Ray," they'd yelled. "He's a great listener!"
And for twenty years, he was
Locked Wrists--Haunted Dreams "You have the potential to be beautiful
under someone else's stars,"
you tell me as you lay us down,
curving your body to mine
and shackling my wrist in your hand,
"so why is it so hard for you
to let me go?"
I don't know how to answer that question honestly,
butterflies fluttering against my throat
as you sweep your lips across my skin,
persuasions meant to mystify
and confuse.
Instead,
I shut my eyes
and flex my fingers gently;
your grasp has turned to iron
and my palm tingles with angry resolve.
You fear I'm letting go,
losing you to clouds and daydreams;
I'm afraid to remind you
of your hand chained 'round my arm
and
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This is very well done - you captured the unease and the mistrust so well I could feel them.