I consume people, one after the other.
I run my fingers through their long blond hair,
And dye it black after I have chopped it short.
I let my eyes dwell on their high brow,
And penetrate the Sacred with my gaze.
I dive into blue eyes,
And ripple their clear, still surface.
I outline straight noses,
And expose their striving pride.
I rest my heavy hands against the cheek bones,
And bruise the soft skin.
I kiss your lips,
And bite them bloody to match mine.
I caress your fingers, one by one,
And drain them of their delicate strength.
I draw dark lines in your tender balms,
And read no future.
I tie your long and well-shaped legs,
To stop the carefree gait.
I twist your white neck
Because I cannot bear its beauty.
And when your body opens to my touch
I absorb your essence, lead you out
And ensure your extinction,
Before I move on.
© jsmorgane (winter 2004)
Wow! This a very powerful poem, the detail is striking.
thanks, glad you find time to comment! good to see you on twitter, too!
Good personification of war.
writing personifications of “concepts” was one of the helpful things I learned at Uni… it gives you new insights in how you yourself see certain things…
Shades here of the Morrigan, I think!
brilliant poem.
Happy New Year!
Oh yes… seems to hover close by if you let Her…
and a great New Year to you too!
Very haunting, aggressive and sinister. Very well done! Look forward to exploring your peoms more in my next visit here.
Hope you have time to come again! Thanks for stopping by and thanks for your encouraging words!