by Quinlan L Gibson
I exude sin.
The look in my eye; the absinthe on my breath.
Born to corrupt and breed the very thing I cannot control.
I'm a growl in the ear
the bile in your stomach you beg to stay
yet pray to purge
for release, for relief, for penance
I am the dream you awaken from, sweating, heaving
The salvation of your starvation.
I am your gorge and your gluttony
and you return to me, undeniably.
I'm the toxicity of your tongue,
the satiation of your thoughts.
And you return to me, proudly begging
on hands and knees.
Author's Note: Oh hello again :)
Posted on 10/23/2016
Copyright © 2023 Quinlan L Gibson
|Member Comments on this Poem|
|Posted by Kristina Woodhill on 10/27/16 at 02:18 PM|
Well, this is creepy and slithery and fun to read. I'm blushing to say I love every bit of it. Best line for me "the salvation of your starvation." Great stuff.
|Posted by Philip F De Pinto on 12/16/16 at 12:40 PM|
This poem exudes much in the way we all feel at times which oft are our best moments, if we would be willing to admit such.
|Posted by Chris Sorrenti on 01/08/17 at 03:55 AM|
Sizzling hot from start to finish. Powerful unforgettable closure in those last two lines.