The First Time
We planned it like witches,
the ragged cut off shorts that cling
to my thighs like hands
and the soft white cloth
that adorns my virgin flesh like fresh
paint, lightly covering
a shiny new house.
We prepared the potions,
the stew of wine and blood and twigs,
and the yellow of tequila that shall drip
down our stomachs like honey to be licked
and devoured by greedy bees mouths.
The whispers will crescendo to loud chants,
and he will hold me from behind, circling
my ripe waist with his clenching
hands. We will repeat our ritual until it becomes
Alive and real as a doll, black eyes blinking
and voice crying, “hello, will you play?”
without pulling the string. Once she is alive,
the ritual pulls us instead, we lay still
as she strips her clothes and laughs, dancing
and stomping her bare feet around the fire, she breathes
beast like urges between our little legs
until we run on our hands and knees, and rip
our clothes into pieces and swallow
each other’s skin and hair.
When the sacred hour of fusing flesh comes, our frantic
energy subsides, giving way to the slow
trickle of a pain I’ve never felt, of splitting
my legs like chopped wood, leaving bits of shattered
tissue gathered beneath my hips to rot.
The act isn’t holy in the sense of god
but in the sense of something that must
happen, like the spider who must kill
and bury her young in her mate’s limp, warm body,
something which moves her eight legs
from a darkness deep within.
When it’s over, she doesn’t regret
the violence, the ritual, or the killing,
and the male thanks her
from silent lips for sacrificing his body to Mother
and hungry offspring. Like the spider, my first
kneeled and thanked me
for my gift of blood and flesh,
and I grinned and laughed
as I tightened my legs around him like a web.
Damn. So much great imagery here… and lines.
“Black eyes blinking”…
“Fusing flesh”…
“My first kneeled and thanked me for my gift of blood and flesh”
Love it.
Spellbinding
It reads like a ritual of Samhain
~Kazi xxx
Wonderful piece of poetry and I LOVE the last line.
Mollyxxx
Wow! Such beautiful words!I can see it, feel it, and smell it. Absolutley (I have to steal Kazi’s word) Spellbinding!
Oh my I was there with you feeling, hearing, smelling, seeing, tasting, all five senses alive – wonderful writing – thank you.
~Mia~ xx
I liked this. I agree with Molly–the last line is fabulous;) x
Fuuuuuuuuck.
xx Dee
Kinda an allegorical conceptual metaphor going on.
I really liked how you put it all together.
Wonderful poem, had me captivated to the last word.
Fascinating imagery…and I can just imagine how little struggle he would put up in that web.
Stranded
Thanks for the comments and feedback everyone!
xxPenny