Annie stands by the bed,
one hand curled around an ornate Victorian post,
the other carving a surgical red line
across the uncertain heaving of my ribs.
She says, "You're not as
holy as you think,"
as she examines my body with a look
that collapses beauty
into wafer-thin fragments of flesh under her dissecting eyes.
Eyes so cruel
they disembowel even the last entrails of my love for her
and I feel the hemorrhage of my faithfulness
spill beneath the corpse of my longing.
My hope pours out from me like
the darkest wine,
a sacramental blood pooling around me
and staining the bed sheets
in the shape of a heart.
God you are good ~smile~ ... Such descriptive emotion ... so unbelievably real! Another brilliant write!! Seriously, you need to consider a book ... I would definitely buy one!!! Imagine ... an entire book of poems penned by KJ ... you could end up being recited in all the english classes of the future!!
ReplyDeleteThanks, Lynne ... but no book on the horizon ...
DeleteWould you say Annie was an "evil woman" ?
ReplyDeleteYes, she is my consummate "dark lady" ...
Deleteshe sounds wicked!
ReplyDeleteDark, sexy, wicked, naughty ... pure Kennedy James.
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