MAUDLIN MAWS▪︎Poetry (3)

57. Put me on...please

You cut me to pieces of bliss and ate me with peaches for breakfast
I asked you for a second filling and you nodded, said 'yes' your hands still brimming full
Bracing my beating chest into your cereal bowl and in your mouth; inpenitent with hunger
The struggle was devoted not meant to evade me from the penury of your gentle handling
My hands (painted by shame)_you never turned down
The form of my truest grasp_ that, is a debatable argument

Silver light you lean to me with your searching stare
_and I feel like an obscene recurring;
A blotch in the great scheme of things,
A smear lodged like an unkind, rank murine smarting at a help of felicity I was forbidden to hanker on;
Cautioned against, to keep safe guard of my piety mast
By the order of the sacrement that paraded with my humped, hared down innocence...
I had no right in demanding the sacred to smooth me with a dab of hamlin ruth
I was a coin with no grieved over eyes to be placed upon

Holding what makes me an ugly verity at the whim of pretence
Dancing with the revenant shape of his white blouse,
its cuffs cold_ gone to mirages burlesquing at the knife-edge I suspended, unremetting my calves from
May he want me if I let myself fall, rekt tatters at his mercy
( want me ! want me ! want me ! )
Wraith hemming those house finche's tufts are
_and I'm desperate to be recovered,
Pardoned for how sincere my thoughts to sin dwell in the partico of my inept-want for you
An appaling den full of chinking teeth I lodged my self into

High plasters of flowers on the ceiling, and a closet full with threads of coppers
You wear like a mendane ritual
'Till one-day I found the garment of my flesh pending on the coat-hanger,
To be put on your shoulders still
like I wasn't something unhandy,
like I wasn't something inelegant for the grace of love

19/8/2023