happy anniversary (#5)
dear r :
i ate your poisonous li[n]es like
candies that fell from your
preciousness and mouth and
i leapt from my tresses but now
i am drawn and quartered on your page
you cut me into pieces with your tongue
until my lips, my breasts, my hips,
the very dip of my wonton hollows
are splayed and interpreted by you
breaking my ribs and reaching in,
to hold up my heart in one hand and
love in the other, eating them hungrily
oblivious to the blood between your fingers
have you no shame?
well, i have washed your scent
and now i am cleansed
your color is washed from
my trembling creek
leaving only stains on
the walls of my memory
happy anniversary, love
JANEisnotplain 3.8.09
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