Reanimated Lavender Granola Switchblade Nun rides again.

Monday, April 7, 2008

Plum



Take this silver blade--


Slide it under my skin, let yourself in


My flesh belongs to you;




Red will rise behind closed eyes--


And my heart? Ah well, my heart...


It always belonged to you.

6 comments:

  1. simple, yet effective, the first stanza makes this poem, as then the use of the word 'heart' makes literal and metaphorical sense.

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  2. Very lovely poem Shay, sweet
    and seductive and the erotic
    image you have here is perfect.

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  3. Thank you, ladies. I normally only post poems here that I have lived with for a while, but this one I just wrote last night. I'm glad you like it!

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  4. Thanks you, WW. I have to be in a certain space to write this kind of poem, but they seem to turn out well. I'm glad you found it so.

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  5. "Take this silver blade--
    Slide it under my skin, let yourself in" ... Sheesh. THAT is an invitation! Like a letter opener to an envelope.

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