Autonomy

Sing for me
Open your silver-smeared lips,
Glistening with taut promises
Give me no lies to taint your melody

Your therapy comes slow,
I find myself climbing towards health on a fraying, heavy rope
Only a song in my afflicted head

I peel the reins from your fists,
Revealing the imprints from use
A choice becomes my drumming heart:
Sew the reins to my palms,
Or tie a noose to my neck.

It has always been strength that shows
Through a skin so shy that it shakes at
Any mention of you.
Scorn has always rendered it useless.

What a display of bare muscles
Rippling, red, and full.
I force my feet to circle around your trap of amber,
Making your body gleam with caramel syrup.

There's no audience in the jungle.
In the bedroom, no reins.
I have stripped myself of weakness,
I am predator now, feline eyes seeking and piercing a hopeless prey.
Fury is burned in my palms,
The only lyric to my favorite song.

Author's Note

"I put my money where my mouth is, for the first time in my life." Marina Diamandis

Reviews

[fantom]

Amazing, very apt at the moment. its a very pretty poem, intense and emotional.

[Emily]

Thank you very much!

[Jamestown]

Very intense and imagery filled! Wording and flow are flawless, thanks for
sharing and b-blessed!

[Emily]

Thank you, sir! :)