Have you seen that girl?
The one whose eyes weave a spell so strong
tiny worlds masquerading
as organs of sight;
Lit with moonlight or ember-flecked fire
or even the heat-pregnant sun?
She with the silken needle-hairs
you wish would split your skin,
burrow as iridescent ticks,
curl around your bones
and replace your snappish ligaments.
Fill the hollow of your need.
Have you felt the force of her
pheromone musk pull you in,
bending the laws
of gravity and magnetism?
Her heady scent will
twist your organs into a feral smile.
When she frees the rhythm of her hips,
does your slow-flowing blood
rise to your cheeks
or drift lower to your quivering legs,
awakening the urge
in even the oldest and deaddest flesh?
Has that apathetic whore led you on?
Driven the very beat of your heart
with a knowing smile?
Only to spin away, destroy you,
with a careless shake of her head,
freeing her white-dove hands?
Have you kissed her honey-poison lips?
Felt the world tilt, drunk on paper stilts.
It moved you, how it broke you,
O how viciously that fleeting touch
shattered, rebuilt you.
A tongueless statue aching to taste the moon.
Did she create a tangle of limbs
for even one night in that merciless bed?
Did she let you sink in,
between her flirtatious thighs
and let you grow fat
on her scripted promises?
I am not jealous. I am livid with envy.
Have you sought that woman?
Devoured the annals of history,
churned even the earth of graveyards,
screamed her blasphemous name
until your spit foamed red
and salt dried on your fevered face?
She is a muzzled, bridled siren,
a most considerate temptress.
She will glove the hand
that makes your prostrate form stand.
She refuses to feed your addiction
and keeps her accursed distance.
~~~~~~~~~~AEW~~~~~~~~~~
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