There is a red stain
Taunting me, scrubbing won't help.
Reminder of rage.

Your desire is fire
Melting icicles of grief
Burning through dark fears.

Your desire blazes
Ice becomes a waterfall
Tsunami of tears.

I know what you want
But I don't understand why.
Tell me, ****** me.

You are a snake, with many layers.
I would peel them all away,
Discarding, one by one,
Revealing smarting, pinkened skin.
Shocked pores gulp alien air
Stinging, then relief,
At being vulnerable, and bare.
In some other ago, before you betrayed me,
You flayed me,
Left me tender, raw, aching, sore,
Trembling, flinching at the kiss of the breeze,
The warmth of your breath,
But you are still resistant, unwilling to shed.
I’ll rip away those doubtskins,
Grip you, tear apart hesitation,
I need you naked, soul and body bare,
I have to know you’re really there.

You have taught me how to sell
So well.
I  have convinced them all
of my resolve,
Referenced and alluded to
a strength I just don't have.
I've sold the world my story
Subtly altered,
Slightly skewed.
The truth is, I still cry.
I cry, and I lie.
Only you and I know why.

I call myself a rhymeslut
Proudly.
A poetic coquette,
I deal in grimy slimy rhymes.
Here I am,
Covered
Smothered
In all these words
I love it.
Write a poem
Shove it
in my face
This rhymeslut
Will take the full load.