I didn’t feel the pain when I was with you
But now it’s like my chest has been caved in
Paved in and pounded with metal fists
Splintered by atomic hits
Ripped like a prepubescent’s wrists
And fitting like the lekky boxes’ trips
I keep tugging at my top ribs
Hoping to alleviate some of it
But the twists only turn further
And the bites happen so quick they become bit
Before I know it
We chat and chit, I don’t feel shit
I forget my condition’s wit
Sit with this monkey on my tits
But I’m numb under your thumbs
I twirl, I don’t fit
I did a whole monologue, a whole life’s narrative
Without so much as a rumble
I never fumbled with my bra straps
Or tumbled into past traps
I just read from the screen and you liked that
Then you went for tequila, lemon over orange
I got chips and as I tipped my hat
My heart started swinging from its door hinge
It binged itself on eruption
Fissured with corruption
Pushed all the pressure of my parts and pits
To my belly with gumption
I got lost in the audacity of me
I bubbled
Rumbled with love’s muddles
And snuggled into puddles from ocean buckets of needed cuddles
I huddled every lost touch into my clavicles
Pushed spectacles into pasty’s redness
And drew him
But my skin doesn’t go that dark
So I stood stark in the desperate mess of the marks
Like a silver fish to a shark
Sniffing round for devouring
Showering in the attention
Rather than the distention’s clenching tension
On the parts of me I won’t mention
Depending on the bending fingertips of someone who can’t witness
The outpour of hell that I hide with my heaven
In his meditations I find venom
I listen, ears pricked and lips pretending
To have retort, and ascension
He’s my God, a god, he’s tense and
All I can do is massage my own muscles
In hope of unclenching
I’d like to be drenching him in wisdom not fencing him off out of fear
But if he’s here then my exit is near
Because any minute it can come
And the waters turn murky from clear
He’s always been good at staying afloat and I’ve always been great at not
I had a couple chances there
And I’ve blown the fucking lot.
By Lyric Deep.
YOU KNOW what disturbs me/ turns me off …. 🙏
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I do enjoy your poetry, thank you
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