DIStancing
lip curls
disdain
a sneer
so smooooooooth
and slicing
i won't feel
the cut –
?startled?
**oh yes**
when blood begins to
flow.
your grail
from which both our lips
drank deeply
~worshipping~
infused
enlightened
heartbound and binding – then
!crushed!
so shiny it shatters
GROUND
underfoot.
frozen
me – my gaze
unforgiving
no more, no.
NOT now
never again
will your gifting
give pain
scald and burn –
….despair…
the past has gone up
in flames.
Pass the marshyMELLOWs
If you please?
8 comments:
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I like how you've ended this painful, scalding burn with a marshmallow roast.
hmmmm
I dunno bout poems but it was arrrrite by me!
I like how the poem rolled off my lips, the cadence of the words almost sibilant and alive.
And the 'between the lines' commentary is dead on. :))
Your poetry, kota, rolls. It's sensuous. No, it's sinuous. Know the difference?
And it's always loaded with such strong emotion. I always connect to it. I hope you'll bring us more!
The audible in my head was AsTOUNding on this one. Really well donne!
(and, sorry, I so pictured you saying the word sneer as this poem would demand it, Yum! ;P)
Awesome poem. :)
I liked the sounds and the way it flowed. Great poem, Lakota.
I've been hiding in my cave. I hope things are great with you. ;)
Nice imagery!
Like it lots;)
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