Klaire.

"Don't touch me; I'll die if you touch me." - Vladimir Nabokov, Lolita

Nymph;

forevermore subject of my nightly

neuroses, nervous and nauseating,

naively negating the narrative of nine

nights spent needlessly normalizing the

noose around my neck.

i am light-headed and lonely

on the ledge of my lust,

my love affair is not lucid

but lewd;

a left-handed liturgical 

litmus test for the lucky

levelheaded.

absconding from this abhorrent attachment

to these amoral aesthetics is not amicable,

but alien

amidst her aria

awakening adolescent affections

that do not grant me the aura of ambivalence.

i take a sabbatical from this sacrilege;

a shallow shakedown of my soul.

shameful sterility sheepishly suckled at;

an attempt to sufficiently satisfy my soliloquy in solitude,

in spite of the suffocating suggestion

that i am sunbathing in sin.

Reviews

[Saoirse K.]

fantastic alliteration filled in by
colourful vocabulary
really loved these lines,
"naively negating the narrative of nine
nights spent needlessly normalizing the
noose around my neck."

an internal dialogue
trying to convince the conscience
that it is justified in indulging
in certain guilty pleasures
or pains
as the case may be
exceptional piece
i really enjoyed it

[Ren Nightshade]

I love how you made each stanza have it's own repetition. That couldn't have been easy! Keep up the wonderful poetry and writing Anubis!!

[Shep]

love the poem very insightful, and the emotion that gives and the depth of meaning very nice.

[Cyria Writer]

I love the idea for this poem. ' a shallow shakedown of my soul.' This is way better then I could write in a life time

[Paul Bell]

Great ending. Like the idea of romance in lust.
Every soul should take a sabbatical.
Keeps the sin in check.
Welcome to the cafe,

[Anubis]

Thank you.