Everything happens in my throat
tense tight
pressed upwards
vibrating against
thought and arousal
ferocity and foreboding
it is my axis
my ivory scales
always tipping in one direction
the broad stroke of your words
into the hollow of my voice
it's where you persist
it's how I confide
I imagine your mouth
alleviating the pressure
sending it elsewhere
and for a moment I am bound
by no speech or breath
caught in transparency
a fleeting glimpse
before doubt takes the place
of rough stubble on my skin
and I am cold feet
fear of the unknown and winding
fear of false promises and
substantiality
a black and white only I can see
there is no in between
no letting go
six feet of apprehension
as I flounder in the deep end
bounded in too early
desperate to sink below the surface
with a hymnal
with a hum
with a
H
IM
the feeling in my throat is a he
close-fisted and keen
Ravenous
About the Creator
Soft Duckie
Poet and artist living with my two dogs in Arizona. You can find my work on https://www.redbubble.com/people/fisheisley?asc=u.
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