Throwback
You are a mental giant but an emotional atavist.
Like the old cliche,
your forcefulness of personality hit me over the head
and you dragged me back to your dank, primordial mind cave,
By the hair of course.
And you also took me, consumed me and
made me bleed...
with my dark hair in your fists
your lips on my throat
all the while promising a
steady diet of wooly mammoths
a bear-skin bed
and the eternally-burning fire
on which we would toast teradactyl wings
and warm our dirty feet.
Only you knew all the while
you would eventually tire,
find another victim,
ban me from your cave
and toss me to
saber-toothed tigers,
having gotten exactly what you wanted.
Ignorant to the depths
of my unbounded devotion to you,
(what you once called my
candor and tenderness
with poetic grunts)
you are now doomed
to forever be concerned
only with your neanderthal needs
and your immature, primal
self.
My darling cro-magnon,
reflecting in the clarity of the sunshine and
inspired by the warmth of meat-scented breath on my face,
I have decided that
my priestess womb
will no longer be the petri dish
for your long overdue evolution.
Copyright © Shayna Earnest | Year Posted 2008
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