You Could Have Been My Lightning in a Bottle

I reaped beneath your lightning
I paid the price
I live with the silt and sin
I am the wicked stepsister to frothy
my creamy skin has brown edges
because I baked too long
beneath your sun

I awake at night
a tangle of sheets and sweat
your taste a droplet
of longing
your skin, a leather chain
a remnant
around my throat
choking me on the emptiness
where you stood
where we laid

I touch myself
everywhere
in places shattered
vivid with gifts of juice and ink and sex
and you
my deadly malatov cocktail
you were such a cunning thing
you licked and split
and destroyed
and I can’t stand the fact that you
just left
without a word, or a nod
or a fuck you too
with your all-terrain wheels
in silent commotion.
You’re a metal replica
with plastic details
stored on the shelf in my gut
twisting and hitching
my voice into moans
trickster
devil
lust-God.

It’s good that you’re gone!
fuck you.
I cannot get clean from the want of you
and it pisses me off!
my skin a rampant nest of
vibration, slick with the song
of what could have been
but you’ll never know
never
the length of beauty that lives within
the folds of my want.

Idiot.
Your tongue could have run
a course down the center of me
Your fingers could have
soothed the bruising in my mind
Your mouth could have tasted
darkness and light
with me naked
against a wall
your own personal piece
of abstract art
But no.
No.
I’ll never be beautiful like that…for you.

You could have pumped all your
ragged
bleeding
dark
electric
combustion
straight into me
as hard as you wanted
as fast as you could
but you chickened out
bowed out
got gone!
and now you’re done
the explosion
of my words and
my prose
my longing
and my voice
too much noise for your wasted
in-love-with-yourself walk.

All that thunder
and lightning
and succubus storm
I threw your way
has passed
goodbye fool
goodbye
good luck in your search
for truth and love
just remember
what you gave up
what you couldn’t even taste

cuz I’m just this shy of brilliance
on the edge of seduction
filled to the bursting with lust
and abandon
thighs twitching, voice hitching
for a darker beast than you.
As for you,
well, you’ll never be enough to catch
just one
solitary
beat
of this girls languid bedroom heart.

© 2008 mstrace

You Could Have Been My Lightning in a Bottle

mstrace

California, United States

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Dedicated to Tall Man…wherever he is, wherever he went. Idiot. Fool. You lose.

I take comfort in the fact that he will never read this.

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