Treasure Island

Elmarie Swart


Cerberus


Your breath once sacred on my neck
Now has the putrid stench of a stray dog
I cannot imagine a single slice of your skin on mine
For I should vomit your vile stench infused
Into me from your osmosis touch
You are the worst kind, the scum of the dishonest
You took me down and then wanted me to believe that I was lost
That my heart was too wild to tame
When it was laid out for your dog feet a crimson Persian
That my spirit was yearning to be free
Yet your betrayal was the only cage
Your dog kisses haunt the secret curves of my body
Where I let you in so gently, so lovingly – like a
Child unconditional
What do you know of unconditional when
All you have is your dog power, decaying mass over nothing
Emptiness coming for you dog man
Cerberus, you wove a many headed tale which
Entwined me; my silky fur will be wiped clean with
Stroke after stroke of my rough tongue – and I
Shall cough you up, a vomitous mass of
Dog fur – then I shall purr again for
freedom

Submitted: Friday, July 07, 2006
Edited: Friday, August 13, 2010

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  • Jemarie Ragudo (10/28/2007 4:30:00 AM)

    The intensity of the feelings that pulsated from every word of this poem affected my brains like rabbis. You write very well! (Report) Reply

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