A Typical Female/Feline Metaphor

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Poetry  |  House: Contently Deranged Travelers
This one took some time to grow on me. At first I wanted to either revise or scrap it altogether, but after awhile I came to enjoy the original and scrapped any haphazard attempts at revisions instead. It's now a favorite of mine, second only to "Sun Explodes."

PG rating merely due to mentioning of "whore." I'd say G, but I keep imagining a mother's reaction when their young child inquires its meaning. Mmph.

Submitted: January 11, 2009

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Vacant feline eyes, squeezing acid into the sink,
burns, revolves and dissolves porcelain skull
pressured by running cold water,
shatters before me, severing shoelaces.
To feel untied, well, it's a crime.

Howling feline fangs, engorge the flesh in self-defense.
She loves me, wants me, nuzzles my ankle,
caresses with fur to destabilize,
rakes the clothes, flakes the blood.
Flakes the blood - vein reimbursing, I'll snare.

Tempting feline tail, phases moonlight reflection,
vanishing the text that tends my eyes.
Such a tease, this whore I covet,
evokes snarling rapture in a human smile
only when the need should arise.

Listening feline ears, twitch to the ashen touch,
I must, affection spews in open fissures.
Then merge earth once more and vanish wholly
when the motives are unmasked, I remember,
I don't delight in being the wench's wrench.

But amnesia will strike again, surely...

Steady feline paws, my maw, she'll draw it inside,
warping dreamscape cellophane slate;
Uncleanse, sure kill, my will's at its end.
Oh what I wouldn't give, heartbeat itself,
to be inside and feel close again.


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