Sally’s legs are long firm clenched cobras
coiling your boyish body. Hissing her lies
at you: “You are using her.” “You are a man.”
She is temptation constricting, corrupting
you are her prey of pure blood, drinking
gladly of her venom. Her loose
limbs devour you. Her tight thighs offer
solace – for tonight. But at dawn they will shed
the limp skin of you. Slithering
into the warm bed of her next virgin.
This poem is an experiment with graphology. This basically means altering the appearance of a poem in some way to modify/emphasise meaning. I kind of like the interuption of flow on key words, using this technique allows important concepts to hang until the next line, forcing the reader to think about a particular idea for just a few seconds longer. If I was really clever I would be able to craft the stanzas as stand alone poems so they made sense if you read them down as well as across but unfortunately my skill doesn’t stretch that far. At least not with this subject. A worthy target for future compositions though.