leaning back against the wall
my muse, the deadly femme ferale
cross legged on the padded floor
safely locked behind the door
scratching shredded fabric trails
with her sharpened fingernails
mouthing at me 'turn me loose'
(Oh -- this is a different muse,
in case Juliet had crossed your mind.)
'let's see what trouble we can find'
and I can barely look away
that grin that knows I want to play
and that there's nothing I can do
so forbidden -- so taboo
every gorgeous, perfect curve
chewing on my every nerve
every tiny cell in me
knowing she's my enemy
would dive headfirst in the abyss
If it meant a single kiss
I also know I'll lose my mind
and leave humanity behind
she is a monster, as you'll see
bit by bit, through poetry
that's why the tone of each new rhyme
has grown quite darker over time
she's forcing me to let her out
knowing just what I'm about
exactly how my passion's wired
my will is gone -- my engine's fired
bit by bit I'm giving in
I must attend this perfect sin
- © Jackson Cambridge, 2016.
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