Another Taste

Another Taste

She was shaking
like a newborn crack baby,
blue eyed and
desperate for a fix;
a loving touch.

I let my arms
fall around her shivering body
and realize that
I should not be diluted
by my obsession,
but this is just too much
for my small hands
to grasp and potentially
form into perfection.

I know that if
I held her any closer
She would suffocate
on the cotton
and plastic lettering
of my shirt,
but I really do need
something more
than filtered air
and bottled water
to give me peace of mind.

I trace the rivets
of her spine
letting the bumps
dissolve beneath my fingers.

I will always return
for another taste
of the angel's white spine.

She knows this
by now,
and once again
I shudder
at my defeat.

• On Thursday, August 2, 2007, Bella Butchery (947) wrote:
  
  my kind of lingo, totally dug it... thought provoking.
  
  
• On Wednesday, August 1, 2007, dying angel (1076) wrote:
  
  you described the scene in such bold detail...i can only sit here and watch it take form. wonderful ending.
  
  
• A former member wrote: i read this over and over again. i love poems that capture a single brief moment with such imagery. cool.
  
  
• On Wednesday, August 1, 2007, The Zebra Warrior (2209) wrote:
  
  ohhh yesss!! It's so much more tastier when it's darkkkk.....this be the verse, contours draped in sexy silhouettes....your loose stanzas have a quiet menace...beautific razorblade winking
  
  
• On Wednesday, August 1, 2007, heartdripsblack (681) wrote:
  
  this was very, very good. ~ hdb.