Wedlock

This poem that I wrote is inspired by Anne Sexton's "The Ballad of the Lonely Masturbator".

Skin to skin we touch once more,

With gelid body filled with certainty

Electrifying every inch of my fragile bones;

This day amongst angels with syringe and scalpel

I marry the frigid bed.

 

The sound of the ticking clock in one corner,

And the voices worriting around

Makes me want to be muffled in a serene bubble;

This day amongst angels with syringe and scalpel

I marry the frigid bed.

 

Rusty and salty smell are burning my nose�'

Strong odor of cleansing agent and alcohol

Enfolds the place that makes me giddy even more;

This day amongst angels with syringe and scalpel

I marry the frigid bed.

 

As my body, mind and senses die,

Nothing will remain but scars

But I will never forget that…

This day amongst angels with syringe and scalpel

I marry the frigid bed.

 

Reviews

[marc binard]

Love it. Deep and evocative.

Thanks