Carrie Stevenson Poet Dramatic Verse

My Skin

I'll hide the waste the fire can't burn
I'll move in a hurry, before the stench of agony sickens the air

Enter the orchard, dying branches begging for fruit
This season is rough, but this weather is brief

I won't be bothered by astounded and blind eyes
Your comical mocking amuses my services

I dream I am Junoesque, agreeable and fair
Live outlandish, lying in a darkened oasis

Don't underestimate my flesh, nor wonder my imagery
My dreams are sugar, you know of no luster

I've never been ordinary, nor wanted to be another
I'll nibble your mannerisms, and leave you in a dry place

I'll define your page, and haunt your flower bed
Your lack of color still does me no harm

Unravel and descend to expose the frailness
My tears are hot, amorous and deep

I'll afflict you neatly
Spring from my head for you'll never survive!

I have perfected cherry sweet strangeness 
Living in a waxy, sagging house

I'll bite and taste and nip and sting
Delicate skin and waspy lips

Incandescent faith and a chilly eye
I'll burn you down and your vain driven flight

Reenacted cries now fall on numb ears
Your ordinary bone is tedious to me

Are you empty yet? Are you that sort?
It's not a bad fit but it's not my suit

Let's be silent now for the sun has slept
Pitiful raindrops now dampen my tongue

The magma sunset has turned to pewter
The colors of the earth buried in the night

Somewhere on the edge, I'll heave my sighs
Then count the pink stars until another day begins

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