Saturday, October 17, 2015

A Sonnet for the Intruder

she taps her feet on two’s and four’s
fucking up my wooden floors
rap-tap-tap comes Dance again
up and down across my room
pulling legs, my bones atwist
prod me till I get the gist
beat my aching heart again
a tender drum in high volume
slap me, wake me, bend me, break me
music shot back through my veins
fix me, fend me, hurt me, mend me
saddle me and flick the reins
she first sings sweet as sound permits
but when she goes I’m blown to bits

-o0o-

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