Feed me!High T’s
Kirsten N. Murray
16 Nov 2008 /// Category: The Balladry, The Words
The high-tension wires are dripping with sweat
strung between me and you,
between nonexistent towers of regret.
And who strung them?
but you and I
lifelines from our fears, our mutual alibi.
They quiver and shake now,
in their electric fever
snakes of conduct in the garden of Eden.
Illegitimate children
with unnatural powers of conduction,
birthed from your blood, my flesh
those rabid nights of seduction.
Bastards they are not, for they’ve taken our name
hyphenated of course:
we both bear the blame.
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Wow…..What Power!!….Honesty…., Enough to make reallity cringe….. This is truly great.
Painful, charged with difficult emotions…electric. Powerful use of metaphor and poetic form.