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your words are snakes against my body
by Michelle FloydYou voice rests, like a python against my jugular
with the conflux of a three-chambered heart
Sensing pheromones leaked
below my chin,
the end of you teases
the beginning of me
as you twist, swollen,
to the scent of human fancy
There is no sound to your grace,
no hiss to your guile
slinking toward the finality
of an inhaled lover's sleep.
I watch you there
even as you move,
muted and lithe,
with the slick devotion
of a thousand shed skins
01/28/2005 Posted on 01/29/2005
Copyright © 2024 Michelle Floyd
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by Traci Mabats on 01/29/05 at 10:03 PM oh wow, this is such a great piece. |
| Posted by Michelle Angelini on 02/03/05 at 08:01 AM Michelle, the images you paint have an unusual beauty. Pythons are great looking snakes, but just like a bad relationship, they can kill by suffocation. Good work!
~Chelle~ |
| Posted by Gregory O'Neill on 12/04/06 at 07:18 AM Enjoyed the read. Thanks very much. |
| Posted by Lauren Singer on 04/05/07 at 02:51 AM wow the last stanza floored me. |
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