January 19, 2004

Spiked Gamble

Posted in Poetry at 12:00 am by Kristiina

green
as sour bread
movements subtle
she craves
sweetness of stalking;

green
a step measured
spiked it is:
your prescious candy rum
hers now
held in tight fist.

discoloured disco lights
flying above your eyes
washed out, you’re hung up
like fish floating out
in displaced affection
there you have it:
hers now
hooked up beyond.

accusing finger lifted
she’s not so pleased
crawl out, come out
little wound up burning sack

detracted claws hang
on ropes before the wall

you taste of candles, sweat and maise.