deepundergroundpoetry.com
The Chair
Another breakdown morning
Is targeted for your arrest.
Handcuffs don't want to lose you,
Keeping you, right where you are...still.
Freedom will not hear your cries,
And you will moan in fear.
I have something for you,
Something new...close to a shiver,
Less than a smile.
Your body will ask for fair play,
Looking for the blue inside my eyes,
Asking the wax not to be so hot,
Not to drip in ways
That might compromise your tongue.
The shadows around you get closer
And closer, encircling the prey,
Enticing you to smile
Underneath its cloak...reading you.
Its fingers are haunting,
Its taste is wet, bruising the ego,
Dog-earring the pages of the books you trust.
It has books of its own, and it will use
Every word to change your mind.
It will love you,
Violating the space between faith
And your greedy ego.
It despises your plea, turning colors
Against you, turning night inside out
Like stained kisses, hungry for greedy bottoms
In need of conversations at breakfast.
The rope is melting into your skin.
You count the knots, one by one,
Forcing your bad habits to take a peek.
Once that veil is lifted, you will not
Be able to turn around...the door
Pushes you towards the writer's clutch.
This ravaging will continue
Until the melting is over,
And you decide to cry.
© David T. Hunt 2011. All Rights Reserved
Published 6th Sep 2013
All writing remains the property of the author. Don't use it for any purpose without their permission.
likes 1
reading list entries 0
comments 2
reads 1093
Commenting Preference:
The author encourages honest critique.
Anonymous
6th Sep 2013 10:58pm
Intriguing, provocative...makes me
think this would be good in a story line.
Very detailed...it captivates to see
what may come next. Enjoyed..and welcome
to DUP:)
think this would be good in a story line.
Very detailed...it captivates to see
what may come next. Enjoyed..and welcome
to DUP:)
9th Sep 2013 11:16pm
