Thursday, July 16, 2009

What He Could Do

Raze a heart’s rampart
with slight or glance.
Beach ambitions, bleed
dreams dry. Break
love’s bones, render
trust's marrow to dust.

Hold down bodies
in the dark. Brand
legs with leather, tattoo
wrists with cigarettes.

Twist hearts like tinfoil,
young Barbies, tit-titillation
of tongues. Be the victim
or voice of the Devil. Slither
sideways. Speak slant. Bait and hook
with his baby blue eyes.

1 comment:

  1. Very powerful images......twist hearts like tinfoil and speak slant......very strong metaphors. Your poem stops me in my tracks.

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