Friday, November 22, 2013

Splinker's Poetry Slam Finale!!! The Seventh Deadly Sin!




Hello Splinkervillians!  I came SOOOOOO close to ensnaring --- er, I mean enticing -- a scantily clad woman with my last poem.  But in the end, she slipped away and I was left holding ... nothing.  Yeah, that's it.  Nothing.








I have to admit, I'm getting a little concerned.  I mean, Sloth was hot enough to turn ice into cream.  If that couldn't get a woman of questionable standards to throw herself at me, I don't know what will.




DUH!
 Well, nothing I can do about it now.  In for a penny, in for a pound.  So without further ado, or any ado for that matter, I give you the seventh deadly sin:

ANGER

You gave me everything, delivered with a hungry mouth.
     Tease.
All taken away, erased
by a few words.

Lips that poured forth and lips that took in
sharp, electric pleasures.
Now withdrawn, thin, petulant.

Not satisfied,
you crushed my sanctuary.
with so few words;
the work of hands meant for dark caresses.

A touch.
The gentlest of touches every now and again
were all I desired.
And you took them away.

Now it's winter and I am old,
warmed only by memory.
My fingers stiff and numb,
unable to hold onto anything.
Not even anger.