Are you another bluebeard
with bloodied keys?
Puppet master or Ice King
another heart tease?
with a suitcase packed, loaded
up with promises
sandcastles, lies and kisses?
Wives, girlfriends, lovers past
all your ghosts
broken hearts and lives
lined up like soldiers
in firing lines, your tongue
poison tipped and poised
bullet laden hands squeezing
out the noise.
You lick your fingers to turn the page
of a big book you quote
with carefully controlled rage
closing it with a snap
you smile through borrowed teeth and
say, "keep coming back."
Subscribe to:
Post Comments (Atom)
2 comments:
I could see and smell those rich beautiful words. I'm in awe of that poem. You have found truth warrior women.
I think you have venom, girl!
Post a Comment