I am not an Animal

I just love the way she stares me down
Like she wants
My blood

Thick
On toast

Like a black ink
Tattoo
Piercing, scarred and varicose dense

She pants

Yet in my violation
Isolation
Shame
I can smell the finish line
Meat

My sweet

You found it
Tucked away as it was
In the spare room
In that slash and burn
Maelstrom

Roasting
Crackling

Your mouth
Lemon flavoured hail
Tea stained

Tortured itself
Brooding
Over some cryptic
Caustic
Secret

I’m so sorry

I am not an Animal

Robert Knapman

Adelaide, Australia

Artist's Description

Edit…thanks also to all those who I see have viewed and read this poem. Cheers. Nice to have visiters ,)

A poem that just evolved today – the way poetry sometimes does. Somehow intuitively, somehow from somewhere that must belong to me. Bits of me.

It uses words and combinations of words that have come together over months I think, and which I’ve saved (as bits), and then constructed / reconstructed and grown. This poem has become an open interpretation of what stops, what gets in the way and what, maybe, should never have been.

This is also a distraction from study :)

Peace.

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