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.
Searing pain
Surging through my body-
A toxin tainting my lips.
I can’t speak…
My tongue
Like an anchor
Attached to a ship
That’s been destroyed
By your cannons.
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