Poetry

Not Quite Weak

Don't kid yourself into thinking
That you make me weak and delicate,
Or that I can't go about my day
Without you.
Sure your presence may be addictive
And your words narcotic,
But I too can lure with ambiguity.
I will make you feel.
I will make you feel...
There will be doubts in your spine,
And you will shudder in quiet places
When you are alone
With your desire but not your object,
And you will twist the space between my words,
And you will twist yourself
Into the shape of what
I might just want,
And you will find me more than willing,
More than loving,
But not quite weak
If you are lucky,
Or maybe unlucky,
Because loving me is laborious,
Torturous.
I will bring you to acid tears
To scar your face,
So soft and bright behind my eyes.
No, I wouldn't wish that on anyone,
Least if all you,
Whose wild glory I would never spoil,
But now the supple muscles of you back,
And your Cleopatra noes
Destroy that resolve
And almost make me weak
But not quite.