[Newspoetry] Anatomy & A Not of Me

[DL Emerick]

She'd not of me give her heart, a hold

Not for a breathless instant; a moment

Divided then, parted us like the waters,

We rose, opposing banks of foaming sea,

And saw a dry land, free of foot print;

The roaring distance split us, solemnly.

"Call your children, sons and daughters,

Ask them of their courage, rarely bold,

Of sex with penis cutting or hymen free."

 

Answers in washing waves crash down,

Consciences hardened to sheltering fear --

Where lurks strutting peacock prides,

Where hens loud crow their crackles.

"Faces come shine in tomorrow's mirror

The light of a day where nothing hides.

Put away the gloom; on sorrows, frown;

Raise no future to regret its shackles."

 

Bare as were their thoughts then laid

Like unto like is split, by lickety lips,

Foaming words well up in water spells,

Swirls swallowing ironic dreadnoughts.

"Banish all romance from cruising ships,

That sail these severed seas of entrails."

I am a man, not maid, and yet am made

To hear myself scream pleasing oughts.

 

"And I," she said, "Never give my heart

Unless I get one in return for a start."

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