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diary of an outpatient
by Karen Michelleyour voice was the wind
hot in summer,
whipping, scalding
i was the scarlet flax
pushing through the cracks
in the footpath, on the
outskirts of town -
petals all weary and wilted
your fingers were lupine claws
scratching at my sides
as you bayed at the moon
i was the scampering rabbit
darting
from home to haven
in the dead of night,
heart all a flutter
your eyes were assault rifles
your teeth, double edged daggers
your jaw, an iron vice
your tongue, an asp
your nose
cheeks
chin
lips
all angular passion
and we were just
blood and bruises,
a reflection of muddied love
in the mirror of morning. 07/12/2005 Posted on 07/12/2005
Copyright © 2024 Karen Michelle
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by Tom Goss on 07/15/05 at 03:41 PM Wonderful and persuasive currents run through this poem, good work! |
| Posted by Rachelle Howe on 12/12/05 at 01:04 AM i think the last two stanza's carry the most weight. the whole piece is forward motion, however... which is a good thing. i love the first lines of the last two, though. punchomatic. |
| Posted by Jody Pratt on 12/25/11 at 01:36 AM Freaking awesome, nuff said. |
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