Even your entropy is rigid,
the lymph gurgling behind
your prostrated smile,
the admonishing aftertaste
of your subcutaneous adhesions.
Skinflint, star-caster, striptease
my thighs pulsate beneath
your extraneous gravity and what a let down,
what a climax, what a keepsake it all is.
–
The tobacco churning behind your lip,
turmeric-spiced silt sticking in your nail beds,
the subtle admonishment of your filaments
breaking me like a riding saddle.
How vile, how terrible, how irrefutable you are.
Must you control everything?
Must you crush the throats that sing?
Must I, the shameless, the purse-string, the mule-headed thief
love you, contend with you, worship the soles
of your endless retreats?
–
managed to barely get one in
mindlovemisery 
Breaking me like a riding saddle – 😍
I can’t tell what sort of face it is, my eyes are not so sharp lol
Hearts for eyes 🙂
Happy New Year
Thanks Carl to you as well!
Hmmm …. you say you managed to barely get one in – but what a whopper!
Both stanzas – they are so evocative, powerful – such force – a conversation unfolding in each – the questions, the accusations, the wondering, change afoot? perhaps? choices, decisions, consequences …. all so carefully and cleverly written – using the wordle – which is incredible, because as a whole, those words – difficult to grasp into some semblance of cohesion.
And you have hit the nail – one last blow – right on Yves – you are the only person I know that can take such ideas – and in this case – such “odd” words and combine them in a language that is so unique –
Skinflint, star-caster, striptease
I mean “the argument” the “battle for power and will” is so evident – and in my opinion, humble as it is – this is by far one of the most tangible and “understandable” poems you’ve written in some time; the imagery is powerful and concise – no vagueness here leaving one left to wonder exactly what you are saying – and in my books, this is one smashing “on form” piece Yves 🙂
Awww thank you Pat what a tremendous compliment! I will have to refer to this one periodically whenever I need to write something more tangible/concrete. I haven’t the firmest grip on reality and since I know what I mean well it gets confusing lol
LOL …. no … I completely understand … we can get carried away with and in the words and phrases as we see them …. thinking they make our “sense” clear … but sometimes, it’s hardly the case …. although I think you handle metaphor and allusions far better than I – I tend to me a bit [ 😉 ] more “blunt” …
Well I love blunt so!
lucky for me 😉
I imagine a mail order bride not to happy with her ‘beau’.
Most arranged ‘partnerships’ leave much to be desired.
I think of the ‘Match Maker’ song in Fiddler on the Roof:
http://artists.letssingit.com/fiddler-on-the-roof-lyrics-matchmaker-171qp8c#axzz3wOkbHnKn
I certainly wouldn’t trust anyone other than myself to choose my spouse
Unfortunately even today some done get that choice.
It is a sad situation indeed
(oops thanks for ignoring Pfat finger typo.)