She was thick, erubescent.
Advised not to give her my eyes, I stared:
she was haloed by the diaphanous seat
which held me when she shifted.
Flourishing fiercely, defiant,
she glowered, staining porcelain
like pink tipped damasks; a Fauvist impression.
I believe if she’d had a tongue
she would have screamed,
scolded me for my selfishness-
shrieking as the sorceress’ slain offspring.
My heart cringing, heavy lids like two tomb doors
shielding me like from her quiet contention,
I summoned the scrubs to put her out.
Jun 23, 2018
Jun 23, 2018 at 9:51 AM UTC
She was thick, erubescent.
Advised not to give her my eyes, I stared:
she was haloed by the diaphanous seat
which held me when she shifted.
Flourishing fiercely, defiant,
she glowered, staining porcelain
like pink tipped damasks; a Fauvist impression.
I believe if she’d had a tongue
she would have screamed,
scolded me for my selfishness-
shrieking as the sorceress’ slain offspring.
My heart cringing, heavy lids like two tomb doors
shielding me like from her quiet contention,
I summoned the scrubs to put her out.
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