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Flasher: Unoriginal Sin
© Mike Kimera 2010
There was a time
When my flesh saluted every young girl
Who smiled at me
Or absent-mindedly lifted her hair off her neck
Or rested a pencil on her plump lower lip
When all my blood raced for one woman
With dark, serious eyes
Who saw who I was and chose me anyway
Opening herself like a flower beneath a bee
When laughter was the soundtrack to our sex
Every bed, sofa, and table
Risked collapse under the weight of raucous ruts
That left us inextricably entwined
There came a time when
My lust-noose tightened for the forbidden
Flesh I had no right to knowledge of
Offered ripe and ready and without restraint
Swallowing me whole and leaving us broken
Months later
My heart held tight to forgiveness
Unspoken and undeserved
Dispensed with gentle touches and sad smiles
That left me drowning in her hurt-filled eyes
My mind marveled that my body could betray
All that made it sing
For some moments of intense release
That were not escape but panicked flight
Now
My atheist soul whispers a prayer of praise
For strong, tenacious, abused love
That held me when I let go of myself
And daily grants me redemption
2 comments:
You say "poetry" like it's a bad thing!
I think this qualifies as poetry, and very effective poetry as well. The rhythm and structure support language which is lyrical, in telling an emotional story. Which, in my opinion, is what poetry does.
If, however, that makes you squirm, I guess I could say it's very poetic prose.:-)
Hi Janeway,
Thank you.
I'm not anti-poetry, quite the reverse, but I've never really understood the rules for free verse so I don't have a basis for knowing whether I'm breaking any of them in this piece.
Anyway, thank you for commenting on it. I'm glad you enjoyed it.
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