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RisiaSkye
RisiaSkye
92 Followers

Tell me who you want
me to be for you for now
(don't forget the wheres and hows)
and I'll find the right game
to play, filling minutes full of nothing
to say with intricate, if
impromptu, choreography.

Let me smile,
making you laugh as though
innocent and unafflicted, like before
this recent shaking told me
I was addicted
to the pain. The heartbreak
of loving you is that it's just like being
seen, and loved, and accepted
and wanted for myself
from behind glass.
Just another striptease for
a buck, the fantasy play
of a down & dirty fuck, an embrace
that can't hold me.

It's strange out here
in the in-side space between
never was and could have been
but I know a dance that might fit
this tune
and I can live out here
alone if I work it real hard and
sell myself in the performance.
Like all the best pieces, too, it's
so seamless and neat, such a
complete transformation that you'd almost
think it was easy.

The best dancers are a contradiction
because the movement, such
beautiful verse, is excruciating.
Practiced to seem unrehearsed, some
ballerinas can entrance watchers
who never see their faces
for the footwork and positions.
I'm gonna be the snow queen,
perfect image if you're into that
vestal virgin pornography,
like the one whose bruises flag
the conquest of this contested territory.

And I'll go down swinging,
head high and clinging to an idea
that I'm not impossible
that you can tarnish an angel
or rape a whore
and that there's nothing wrong
with always wanting
more than the director
will allow.

RisiaSkye
RisiaSkye
92 Followers
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3 Comments
AnonymousAnonymousabout 20 years ago
squeeze

I did the same as the first reader, started, skimmed, scrolled, got caught in the end, then decided to go back... There is so much richness in this poem, but it is drenched. Wring it out a bit, and you no one will ever leave without reading to the bottom.

AnonymousAnonymousabout 20 years ago
I came late............

.........with two day's worth of poems to read. This was the first and sets a high standard for the rest. Well chosen words, both for the imagery and for the sound, make this delicious.

LiarLiarabout 20 years ago
Don't Ever Skim Poetry

At first I glaced at it briefly, and dismissed it as being bland and plain. Then I decided to go back and read it more carefully. I'm glad I did, because when I do I find it filled to the brink with smart style, and intelligent observations. It's simple and uncomplicated in style, but that allows for really interresting imagery instead.

To think I almost missed it... my #1 rule from now on:

Don't Ever Skim Poetry

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