Seduction
A poem about an old, unused memory.
Like a cigarette soft to the lips,
Seductive for how it slips between satin flesh and holds
Delicate kisses in red,
The nib scratches against parchment.
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It feels good
Impermanent like the butt of the stick.
It flows and feeds and fades then drops
As ash at my feet but then it burns,
Burns against my lips
Neither pretty nor silky but bloody and bitten.
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I still have the scar
From those skyscrapers and the burning midnight end
Pressed eagerly against my neck,
Sizzling into a pretty little mark.
A memory of a ghost.
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It's shaped like your mouth,
The force that swallowed the heat of the burn
And left trails of cooling spit in its wake.
The pain vanished.
All the embers died.
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That night I fell head over heels
Out of the passenger-side door
On that one hard turn coloured white with terror
And fell into the driver's seat
Right out of myself and into someone else.
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I did not recognize the girl peering silently into the rearview
Nor did my hands move the way my own did.
But there was someone new,
The one reeking of sandalwood and cigarettes.
There was the taste of a villain on my tongue,
The dim song stuck on repeat on the car stereo.
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Comments (1)
Love it! Really illustrates how some rebirth is not chosen but thrust upon us... nicely done!