None before him

Religion is a struggle

I loved the snake in her hips, her wild

Indian side -- Hindu all the way to Kali,

                    black tongue lolling,

with the taste of my blood: Still the demon,

I erupt--

I want to be your Shiva. You danced for me

and I lied

      until I changed, swapped the cross

around my neck for the promise

          of chaos

death and rebirth. Into you

my destruction: The little death

of child. We rose,

    you and me,

    to who you are

    and who I am not.

Your tongue tastes quick, flicks me

to who I was before I loved you.

Reviews

[SpitfireGrrrl]

Amazing! The little lies, and compromises we make in order to be sure we fit. Even if it's only to feel the fire for a little while. Hopefully longer.

[Tommy]

It seems that love can truly conquer all, even faith, or at least give it a good shake...

Nice Write David!
RLG,
Tommy

[KATHY SUE SILLS]

Very well written! This poem has a dark side to it!

you and me,
to who you are
and who I am not.

Great Poem