I love the way you move like an angler fish
Proclaiming light in assist of predation
Spurious but nonsensical
I watch you scrap acrylic paint
From beneath your fingernails
There is something incapacitating
About your art, the way it arrests
The larynx and by default expression
There are ten steps from your door to mine
I wear them into my soles daily
You perpetuate my experience of humiliation
By always keeping your door ajar
I’ve glimpsed your heart red and buoyant
Like a semi-submerged apple
In an antiquated game
To taste your flesh would be preemptive
Of murder but whose I am not sure
You consume without love
Only those whom you can mesmerize.
There’s too much effort in nonchalance
So you wait, nudging my palate
With a sweetness that is not entirely synthetic
Given your avaricious attention to detail
31 thoughts on “Lure”
I found this puzzling Yves in so much as what I thought of was a virus but i am be a little facetious in thinking that. Challenging to an old man’s intellect.
I can see why it would be puzzling it is about those guys who effortlessly seduce women, who lead them on, but never commit and never reciprocate, the users
Oh I see, way off wasn’t I though they are a bit of a virus too.
they are indeed
Wow, deliciously dark!! 🙂 🙂
Thank you Helen!
The photo fits so well with the imagery you have painted with words. Brilliant my friend. Take care and God bless.
Thank you so much Samina =)
Wow….it really does set such a tone. Wonderful and dark. Love it.
Thanks Anja =)
Amazing wording. I love how the two lines from the intro undertoned so well the rest of the things written and just how graphic everything looked inside my mind when reading.
Thank you I am glad you noticed that =)
You have such a way with words that tantalize and delight my senses.
Thank you tremendously for your kindness =)
Reblogged this on Words in rhythm.
Thanks for the reblog =)
You’re welcome, I find your use of English fascinating – I can learn a lot from it and I hope I do.
Awww thank you =)
def this feels a bit like a riddle….the last bit as well…the taking of their flesh…and whether it would kill you or them…the last stanza is tight…the consumation not being able to happen without love and the memorizing of them…
Thank you so much, I think it feels like we are trapped inside a riddle with certain relationships
Great writing. I loved it. The way her art arrests the larynx, wearing the steps into soles daily, tasting her flesh preemptive of murder… wonderful. 🙂 One of the best pieces I have read by you.
Thank you Anmol that is a tremendous compliments
I thought it was your lover-SO-partner with whom you made the mistake of getting too close. I guess from the comments, I wasn’t too far off. Reminded me of mine.
It is fictional luckily! Oh ouch
I know this well! Sadly beautiful!
Thank you I think many of us have met someone like this
Yes! Still I fight the allure of it all!
Can be hard to resist at times luckily I like the nice ones hehe
Love the predatory nature of this poem. The first line is powerful.
Thanks so much =)