Sally’s Legs

Sally’s Legs

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.

Notes

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.