Viper

Her scales-

       A delicate balance

       Between  lust&grace

       And a fatal endless agony

Smooth to the touch

Thick as the fear and desire

Her forked tongue tastes

In the air.

She’s beautiful

And she’s got her sights set on you.

She’s poised

Statuesque

But before you know it

She strikes

Leaving you

Without the hope of survival.

Abomination

How do you loathe me? I forbid you count the ways!

You loathe me to the shallow and short lengths

Your body engages with abandon, when in sight

Against the beginnings of nonexistence and imperfect cruelty

You loathe me from the rear of never night’s

Subtle rule, by moon and natural light

You loathe me strictly, as women abandon immorality

You loathe me pollutedly, as I unbend after scolding.

You loathe me without the leniency you call to use

On your new joys, and without my experienced denial

You loathe me with a hatred you existed to create

Without your newfound saints. You loathe me with a choke,

Frown, laughter of your demise; and, if the devil declines me

You shall but loathe me worse during our next life.

 

http://www.napowrimo.net/ antonym poetry prompt from day 30! Inspired by Elizabeth Barrett Browning’s famous poem (and one of my favorites) “How Do I Love Thee? Let Me Count The Ways…”; which can be found here http://www3.amherst.edu/~rjyanco94/literature/elizabethbarrettbrowning/poems/sonnetsfromtheportuguese/howdoilovetheeletmecounttheways.html