She’s heavy breasted,
brash suggestion,
a silk war with his flesh...
a liar’s tongue preaching
salvation is sin.
Poems shape shift on her lips,
erotic stanzas burning resist
from roped muscles on his thighs.
There’s no escape in the blind
mirror of closed eyes…Her fingertips
paint tremors that erase every
image his mind holds that’s not her.
She’s ice skating him through hell
to see how long it will take
for his conscience to melt.
©Susie Clevenger 2019
#NaPoWriMo2019
