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Southern Grotesque w/ Sean Rooney

by Therese Elaine

The few glisten slow
Thick as the honey that dripped between my thighs
off the cherry rocks
the angled crimson lips of my slanted smile
as painted bones crash
skin like dull ivory when release comes two seconds too late
into steel red water.
this is going to leave a stain.

The cardinal mocks
My red breast won't let you daydream
this auburn sap
your best intentions can't mend the breach
as the epoxy crust
I'm dry-eyed for the first time since we met
slides down the cherry rocks.
when I smiled with my angled crimson lips

Feel me I'm gone
You didn't dig this hole deep enough for two
Virginia.
even if you can never go home again.
Seeping.
Magdalen tears.
Gaping.
One last mouth to mouth benediction.
Alive in my own right.
And you'll carry the stain of my angled crimson lips.

06/01/2010

Author's Note: My thanks to Sean Rooney for suggesting we do this...it was a wonderful bit of gruesome fun!

Posted on 06/02/2010
Copyright © 2020 Therese Elaine

Member Comments on this Poem
Posted by Nanette Bellman on 06/02/10 at 04:37 AM

I loved it. I know who's are who's lines. I miss collabing with him. Speaking of collabing, you me woman!

Posted by Johnny Crimson on 06/03/10 at 12:30 AM

How could I have guessed the Title? Hmmmm..? :)

Posted by Glenn Currier on 06/03/10 at 03:48 AM

You had my imagination working overtime. I am glad you gave me permission with the "explicit" flag. Congrats to you both for the multiplication effect of your creativity. Graphic and juicy! Good one.

Posted by Max Bouillet on 06/04/10 at 03:01 AM

This poem is very tactile... it overwhelms the senses with vibrant colors, honey flavored thighs, bone, and blood. Yes. This will leave a stain on the reader. Dual voices give it that 'at odds' with oneself feel... great work.

Posted by Rhiannon Jones on 06/04/10 at 02:10 PM

Yep, what Max said. Otherwise....speechless.

Posted by Ken Harnisch on 06/04/10 at 04:20 PM

Sizzling and unique...sensual to the extreme and simply awesome...kudos to the poet(s)!

Posted by Philip F De Pinto on 06/05/10 at 12:58 PM

for me every ode is a field upon which to graze and as I am oft a famished and unholy cow and a lame horse in the best of times, I find this to be an unsuspected and pleasant surprise in the wide field of our expression, a salt lick upon which to ruminate and salivate persistence.

Posted by Tim D Livingston on 07/06/10 at 01:09 AM

Nicely done....one last mouth to mouth benediction....magdalen tears. Great collaboration.

Posted by A. Paige White on 06/29/12 at 06:18 PM

This is an awesome collab with Sean! I loved doing a couple with him, too. I would love to do one with you. Some of these lines are just fantastic. Highest marks all around.

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