"vinaceous" poems
Your skin was veneered in glitter and glass
That will surely shatter soon
And scatter and spangle across the evergreens
So you can’t lead me down to your garden path
Strip yourself from all your artifice
What are you?
I can see your misleading eyes
Across the dance floor
When this masquerade ball is over
Who will you be?
A fine damsel in distress
Maybe another skeleton in my closet
Or a succubus in my empty bed;
And no longer the monster underneath.
I took the risk and
Kissed your vinaceous lips
And so I got drunk
We entwined like vines on a trellis
The way we intersected unintentionally
But not impossibly
We’re like dangling strings of a violin
The way our melody remained unsung
Until now.
Oct 1, 2013
Oct 1, 2013 at 9:37 AM UTC