Word Thingys: Salome Strangelove
The evening wakes my inner saboteur
Temptation beckoning from every corner
It’s risk/reward and I am compromised
In wordplay waltzes I am hypnotized
A flush, a rush, and then the screaming
Is it happening or am I dreaming
Questions, riddles, nothing is complete
Resist? Deny? — no — crumble in defeat
Up on tip toe so precarious
Soul to skin I never can resist
We dance in flames, we bite, we bruise
Tangled knots of nothing left to lose
I am dangling, so precarious
Someone save me from this devil’s kiss
Beside me breathing far across the distance
Seductive, permeating nonexistence
Washing over me, nothing more than smoke
The willow bends and bends and then it’s broke
The scale is weighted always to my disadvantage
I struggle toward some mercy, never seem to manage
At once sent flailing, writhing, crying out for wisdom
It cascades and shudders expels me in its exorcism
Up on tip toe so precarious
Soul to skin I never can resist
We dance in flames, we bite, we bruise
Tangled knots of nothing left to lose
Oh I am dangling, so precarious
Someone save me from this devil’s kiss
We feast, and feast until starvation
How long can it last, this wicked incantation
Must all decadence end in ruination
Or can we fuel, sustain, ceaseless culmination
Flirtation ouroboros feeding off frustration
Do our fevers share the same contagion?
Will our fixation end in decimation?
Or can syncopation lead to liberation?
This suspense as thick as buttermilk
Bound in ties of velvet silk
Senses heightened and denied
Elder gods to be defied
A marionette jerked upon her threads
I twist on slippery riverbeds
How can this last; so much at stake
I cry out and then I wake
Up on tip toe so precarious
Soul to skin I never can resist
We dance in flames, we bite, we bruise
Tangled knots of nothing left to lose
Oh I am dangling, so precarious
Someone save me from this devil’s kiss