Sharp Ivory Brushes
Sharp ivory brushes my torso
Pain, but pleasure’s persistent
A flash of boredom that coinsides
With
Saliva and other
Suspitions.
Answers lay just beyond
Splashes of color and
Juxtaposed likenesses
My squealing snout hides me
And my pink flesh exposes
But covered with fiery illusion
From days in a ring of fire
My voice illudes as inconceivable
As it is
I illogically continue
Desbite negative notions
Thrashing in dark waters
A serpent lies in wait
Biding time, to set me straight
Copyright © Sarah Alfonso | Year Posted 2011
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