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rag & bone
by Jared OrlandoThe lust I have for your mouth,
the depth of your black marble eyes.
I’ve hidden my words from you,
peeking out of boarded up boxes,
buried in vaults underneath
bookshelves and coffee counters,
locked cold in the morgue of my chest.
I grip fists against my eyes
and plead to an avian god
who grunts and flies off,
leaving me undeserving of a love
as brittle as eggshell,
painted in the dark maroon of death,
as I sit in its nest
atop a statue of an ivory fascist.
I’ll kiss you on my own terms,
in my sleeping and dreaming,
make love to you in blissful unawareness,
counting the stars on your pillowcase,
the scrubbed off mascara on your cheeks,
the advent of freckles on your kneecaps. 02/10/2017 Posted on 02/10/2017
Copyright © 2024 Jared Orlando
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by Chris Sorrenti on 02/10/17 at 07:36 PM Excellent work Jared. There's no better poetry than that of a man unhinged by a woman. |
| Posted by LK Barrett on 02/13/17 at 03:09 AM ...the Magdalene, the Black Madonna, the shy wanton with the risque mouth...all captured here. Absolutely rivetin' mate. What Chris said. Thank you for the write. LK |
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