Sweet Oleander
Dressed up toes to head
from the curtain view of my backyard
to the scattered clothing at my bed.
Your sweet embrace lurks, out to get me.
Snakes crawling up from the dirt,
they stretch menacingly towards me, holding on until it hurts.
Your leathery fingers stroke me, always closer to home
stabbing daggers into my fleshy palms.
Sweet Oleander,
down turned smiles, bleeding hearts;
We adorn your handsome arms.
Copyright © Lezel Van Den Berg | Year Posted 2016
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