I want to lick lines on your vertebrae
To tell you that I love you
And want nothing more than a stab in the gut,
Sharp, pointed nail puncturing,
Deflating awkward anxiety with a murky gush
I am a factory of nerves.
Clatter and an ominous whirring
Wheels in my head
Enticed by all words starting in “m” or “k”
Kiss me or kill me,
It all depends on your tongue
Irony,
(how the tongue loves irony.)
That a soft lulling against the teeth
Will poison me
Yet a staccato spitting of air
Will wake me from a thousand years sleep
Kraken in my heart
There/ go/ the/ wheels.
Roped buckets on pulleys that travel through lines of blood
Keep me moving (never rest)
Motionless is worse,
static.
Anticipating the creaking crank
The jolting start. And. Stop.
Taught wires, waiting to surge
As I lay, staring
( at the markings on your back )
Author notes
Band Geek. (indeed)!
A contest entry
- Real Life Love! SEVERAL PROMTS!!!!!!! by RaeRayMusic.
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this reminds me of an old car that I had when I was in school, a 67 Chevelle, it was a beauty 2 years younger than I, and caught my father's eye more than mine
yea, I'm sure you speak of this car for it moved on pulleys more than it ever moved on wheels
enjoyed this read,
Sassy
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I have to say that I really really enjoyed reading this. You kinda have your own distinct style and I really like it
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Thanks! I really appreciate hearing that, sometimes I find this poetry stuff quite frustrating. Lol.
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