#35

Unfaithful

I shall not worship you,
It is not required...

Take me into you,
Ravage my body,
And devour me fully,
Pierce my soul with your tongue.
Position my body in your direction,
Delicately,

Bite my flesh, and lick the whelps
He has risen on my beating heart.

Slap me, bind me, then
release me, and inhabit
my desires. Liberate
my mind and call it,
Nirvana.

I'm not really sure if this poem will be understood the way I meant for it to be. I was trying to make a reference to religion. The sexual connotations are definitely there, but I'm not sure if there has been enough added for readers to recognize the religious undertones. Help?

#34

Headless Figure

I live in the mist,
blurring your visions
of thoughts that used to be.
Lying upon your clothes, your hair.
Creeping inside your lungs,
stealing the words you so desperately
want to exhale.

This is a part of what I came up with while writing about the angel statue in class. I don't know, its kind of weird but I think it may serve as a stanza in a longer piece. Oh! The title will definitely be changed once the rest has been written. This title was put into place so that I would know what it was when looking through my documents. Any suggestions on the work so far or suggestions on what I could do with it? Title?

#33

Anne's Truest Confession

I smiled and told them,
"Think of all the beauty still left
around you and be happy."
Inside of myself, I was shuddering
from the cold that I felt, within my heart.
I never spilled the black ink
that resides within my veins, instead
I tiptoed them blue, in the hushed
thoughts of concentration.
Captured within those small
walls, I begged for them not
to take me, not to peel the
flesh from my bones.
I allowed Typhus to rape my body,
so that I could thrive in my
eternal home.

This was my attempt at confessional poetry. I like some of it, but I feel that it needs to be developed more. Does anyone have suggestions on how I could do this?