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Sex-Stained Apathy
by Rachelle HoweNo, love, don't cast presumptions,
don't hex the intimacies where we
drank in each other's skin and blood.
Don't rake your fingers down my back
until you mean it.
Don't toy with my mortality.
You beg and beg, but
I can't wrap our sex-stained sheets
around your throat.
I can't choke the living breath
out of your beautiful pores.
You've been seen as a scapegoat goat.
No. No. I've been, I've been seen,
I've been
discovered
as the Devil that painted charcoal hues
along your epidermis.
And while you were my canvas,
you were laid bare, feeble flesh exposed,
spread wide, tied, and
writhing.
11/05/2006 Author's Note: Something I found in my AOL mail that I was going to send to myself but never did.
Posted on 11/05/2006
Copyright © 2024 Rachelle Howe
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by Chris Sorrenti on 11/05/06 at 05:39 PM I agree with Don, but this also comes with a powerful warning; approach with extreme caution. |
| Posted by Kristine Briese on 11/05/06 at 08:51 PM I'm with Sorrenti; this definitely implies danger. |
| Posted by Karen Michelle on 11/06/06 at 06:07 AM You never fail to astound me with your talent. |
| Posted by Therese Elaine on 11/07/06 at 10:30 PM I absolutely squirmed when I read this -its so deliciously blatant!!! |
| Posted by Steven Kenworthy on 11/08/06 at 03:25 AM wow i like this heavy breather piece. it's got some serious balls...geniusly forward. the vocab isn't overboard, but just right. i almost feel sorry for the guy, although i feel he's done something to deserve this for sure. strong work. impressive. |
| Posted by Don Coffman on 11/09/06 at 02:24 PM ... (ellipse signifying gaping expression upon reading this) ...(and trying to decide exactly which gushing words to use to tell you how incredibly impressed and amazed I am while left wide, tied, and writhing) |
| Posted by Quinlan L Gibson on 11/13/06 at 11:23 PM This is lovely visual, love/hate/lust. |
| Posted by Gabriel Ricard on 11/14/06 at 05:41 AM I really like that single line in the third stanza. Great work. |
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