PORTALS
She explained in great detail
how her necklace was made from the bones of her late lover
(for sentimental reasons)
And as my head spun in nausea
I noticed how she parted her legs
enough to entice any man
But I wasn't interested in the entrance to Hell
I wanted a door I could leave through
FROM THIS ANGLE
With poisonous bangles
and dangerous dreams
she moves through my soul like venom
and into my heart with ease
Love must sting, she believes
Love must bleed
Love is punishment
Her dark eyes hold me still
with half-truths and blatant lies
Decked out in glittering gold barbed wire
she separates man from myth and reaches out
as I reach in
Our fingertips touch and worlds collide
from right to left
her skin reads like a parable told by a wanderer
her years are centuries
her nights are stolen
and I, with time at hand
talk to the walls,
console the beast,
and tame the wolf
temporarily lost where love is legendary
her grip tightens
and I feel myself come apart
I feel the walls close in
I feel the struggle mount
and I know that between Heaven and Hell
there is no place like her
no place at all.
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