I have separated myself from this enough to post it.
related to the Lawrence poem I talked about, and some other things you probably have no idea exist. elements of this have been or may end up in something else, but maybe not.
I could no more kill this soft-bellied snake than I could stop the way I look at her. Repress his hissing no more than I could erase this memory.
I'm petrified of impending bitterness, a snakebite. No longer relishing cool scales on warm skin. She is the uncrowned queen of my heart.
Your avoidance freezes and your eye burns. Disregard this human education- it's brought you nothing but a loneliness that pulls apart your sense, an emptiness somehow heavy in your throat.
Just look at me, if only once. I want to kiss the marks all down your neck, love you closer than a razorblade.
The voices in me never said, deny this.
I have unlearned so much in your downcast look, learned a thousand times the small curves of your neck. An organic fire- the memory of your breath is golden. Unlearn your cold stares here. I wouldn't lock you out at night.
You're a sickle, I'm a river. You're a crown fire, a frozen shoulder. I am the lonely high water mark.
Posted by samantha at December 18, 2004 01:52 PM