Dismembered
I had a love, but it flew like a bird
out of the cage but never heard.
I had a voice that spoke with tenderness,
rendered softly, but now I digress.
I had a charm that melted like butter.
Now it's forming artery clutter.
I had ballooned lungs that clung to your air,
but your absence left a pulmonary tear.
I had wide eyes indulged with your beauty,
but they can't relay what a heart can see.
I had a heart like a tender, ripe plum,
but it's been chewed like shoe-stuck gum.
I had honey dance in my playful mouth.
Now it's tasted onion, hard to brush out.
I had a belly that held butterflies.
Now they've come out like powdered lies.
I had tickled ears filled with your melody.
They pranced like deer... into a tree.
I had pennies wasted on vain wishes.
Now they're poisoning the fishes.
I had a nose filled with rose's scent,
but it blew with the breeze, a memory spent.
I had smooth arms secure in your care.
Now they're free, yet lonely, bare.
I had soft hands, interlocked with yours.
Now they hold open their own doors.
I had silken legs you loved to caress.
I keep them neatly under my dress.
I had eyebrows raised with arousal.
Now they're abased, full of sorrow.
I had a smile like a child's for cake.
I still wear one, but it's a fake.
I had instincts, but I let them go
like a rambling tongue for ego's show.
I had a notion that this would end,
but remained devoted like an owing friend.
I had regrets of yesterday's crime,
but they've been bleached like toilet grime.
I had cavernous wounds, dripping with blood,
with prints that followed like galoshes of mud.
I had a self, differently sorted,
once vibrantly alive, now aborted.
Copyright © Juliet Ligon | Year Posted 2013
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