Southern Grotesque II: Love Like Straw Magnolias w/Sean Rooney
by Therese Elaine
Give me something more than substance,
Sink your fingers into my sweet spots
I'm surviving on starvation.
lick my wounds and pray for rain
Whatever the fuck says to do
We'll learn to be indecent on our own time
we must obey.
you've got to mark me on the inside
Perhaps it's how she became...
it's the only way I'll come...
Taught and tasted
Tell me I'm a good girl
spotted and stuck
I always brought the rain
The fields blew still and then not at all.
You've spilled enough in me that I could drown.
I'm survived twice what's been dealt.
The worst that's left is the best we've got.
Just sitting on my lap has become enough for me
Pressing my womb-warmth into your empty spaces
Face the wall thing
Tell me I'm your good girl
face the wall.
I always brought you rain.
My tongue strikes warm
Sink your secrets into my sweet spots
against the pulse
Swallow my wounds and pray for rain
Gold mine in a tip-toe cavern.
We'll learn to be cautious in time.
Break me something worth remembering
You had to kill me from the inside
take this headboard and float ashore.
it was the only way I'd come.
You spin cryptic catore now,
You tell me I'm your good girl
the mark of the beast along your crease.
as long as I always bring you the rain.
Author's Note: The second in the series...it's warped but it works for us...
Posted on 06/07/2010
Copyright © 2020 Therese Elaine
|Member Comments on this Poem|
|Posted by Max Bouillet on 06/08/10 at 12:56 PM|
The voices bleed together well. The storm rises in a desperate need to be wanted and a fear of what that could mean. The water imgery is that of a corrupted baptism. A craving to be clean but the impossiblity of washing away sin with dirty water. Mutual self canabalization by candlelight --tasty.
|Posted by Tom Goss on 06/08/10 at 06:59 PM|
Mucho sexy cool, hmmm, where did I put the paper towels? ;)
|Posted by Johnny Crimson on 03/20/14 at 11:56 AM|
It certainly worked for us!