Sweet girl of Incidental sin
Don't you ache from all you carry?
It could be light, easy.
A little kiss on the spine.
A fractured sigh in the blue dark.
"It has become my whole body.
Where on earth could I set it down?"
Thunder rolls up her silk stockings.
Rain lets down the fringe of her hair.
Somewhere, a reptile is unwinding,
Its old skin left in the long grass,
leaving bite marks on her neck,
as her head reels from the knockout.
Her exposed flesh dumped haphazardly,
with scars that beg invisibility.
The reptile sneered and slithered back,
"Bitch, let it loose. Give it to me."