Her Endless Lure

The waves sway under the wind
My hopes swim away in haste
Violent questions
Frigid on my tongue
Of what and who and when?
I think I know it's gonna be her
Positively I am sure of her coming sin
Floating in her broken boat,
Fishing with her endless lure
She caught me, reeled me in
Dropped me in the stained bucket
Of thousands before me
And a thousand more after
Her hands are slippery
As she studies my shining flaws
I might just escape
Back into the splashing void
Her gripping eyes hold
Her lust squeezes too tight
And she drops me back in
An intentional toss into
The black surface of my past
The peak of the bottom
Where the air swims in haste
Where her sinking words lie
Floating down in the bubble
Bursting under pressure
Succumbing under false force
When her fixed words float away
I won't have to hear what she says
But she'll find me again
I can already almost taste her desire
Searching blindly for my surrender
And if her hook tears my throat out
At least I'll be able to take a drink
Of my breath free and undisturbed

Reviews

[Raymond Federle]

Dark and deep. My kind of poem. Excellent! :)

[Naraly Godinez]

Deliciously beautiful .
Love
Lust
And even the overwhelming desire to be loved
Love almost feels like your drowning every breath tasting better than the last

[ZackOfBridge]

Damn Max, what a poem. One of your best that I have read. I have no idea how to review poetry, but I can tell you that you have something here.

[Chadvonswan]

Thanks Zak I appreciate it a (lot)

[Sami Khalil]

A splendid read and write. First time I read your work...Bravo..............

[Chadvonswan]

Thank you very much!!

[Sami Khalil]

You are welcome...:)..................