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Title: She View count: 6 Rating: 0 (0 ratings) Description: I sank like a hook. I cut like the blade of a lady praying mantis, busy making love all day. The worm was a lure, skewered like a lamb; Served over rosemary with a garnish of nylon hem. My substance revealed. My celebration halts. Her skin trickled the juices of a light rain that turned into dust. She loves me for patience. She loves me for fear. You must love me because I am all you have left, my dear. These religions and politics lay better for some. We must all live for something and hope to meet the merciful one. She will fantasize my voice is coarse sandpaper grit, covered by sincerity and cigarette burns. My longing revealed. My lovers will read years past the night I meet my defeat. And she will be nurtured for someone like me. My words keep her honest. My words meet her needs. She will stay waiting, best kept a mystery, until the moment her lock is turned by his key. And he will be with you until you decide to open my book and read what is inside. Copyright 2009 Matt Kane www.cantstanza.com Tags: poetry, poems, chicago, seattle, Author: mattkaneart |
