by Cassandra Leigh
an expert at making people fall in love with me
traveling time and space searching for
pressing fiercely against
naked body after naked body in search of
just the right pressure point
to make our skins dissolve and our sentience
bleed into one
some people, i think,
marry young because they are terrified:
every day, their life stories are growing
page by page
and eventually it will be
too much work to tell everything to
the partner of their yoke
so they yoke their stories
so no one need speak them.
but i am
made of stories, and
every passing day is a volume, and
my future is a library.
i need a narrator who will
step with me
as i, little shark,
swim to keep the breath in my
Author's Note: more than a little bitterness probably
Posted on 01/24/2012
Copyright © 2021 Cassandra Leigh
|Member Comments on this Poem|
|Posted by Shannon McEwen on 01/25/12 at 02:53 AM|
love how this progresses, until the last stanza where it really rocks
|Posted by Mo Couts on 01/25/12 at 07:49 PM|
I agree with Shannon. I've thought those thoughts about myself, but have never had the words for them until now--yours--thank you.
|Posted by Morgan D Hafele on 02/26/12 at 11:36 PM|
sucked me in with the beginning, blew me away with the end. awesome!
|Posted by Jolie Jordan on 04/08/14 at 09:14 PM|
Did you write this about me? Just kidding, but I relate and really enjoy this.