This is an oldie but a goody, and the first one to become a song... It may seem that I am being too open about myself, but really, we have all felt this way before... and felt disgustingly stupid afterward. Dirty even. With this generic reasoning and the use of music, the poem becomes more alluring, as it is meant to sound like a machine starting up, performing its purpose and then shutting down, almost like a spooky carousel- think Something Wicked This Way Comes- the song and poem are not written to make you feel comfortable- quite the opposite- but to make you question how we are all brain washed to think that love is infatuation through past and current cinema and how we must unlearn this to discover true, genuine love. I hope this makes sense. I did my best here to explain...
Tangled Tongues
But please, no,
Don’t just
Swallow. Push your tongue through
The crevices.
Feel the resistance before
It sinks into the bile,
Your taste, your smell, your
Steady arms, you lift to shake and
Give me back.
Please, no,
Watch me.
Tangled in sad infatuation.
Nothing more than that,
Pathetic,
That’s it, and I’m buried
Against your chest,
Memorizing you
Off your neck and gasping at every
Single
Fingertip
Along the small
Of
My
Back-
Pulling,
Closer,
Me.©Copyright 2001 Joanna Brown
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