Pulling on the See-through Bell Cord
Your heart is made of silk but mine is made
Of lycra. When your veins are touched, they make
No sound as if they fear an escapade
With arteries that always feel an ache
For thrills. The warning bells have disappeared
And so your heart, protected by the milk
Of spiders, has been slightly harshly smeared
To make it wear a thin repellent silk
As strong as stainless steel. My lycra heart
Is far too flexy, being manmade, stretched
To reach and touch creation’s sixth day part
If it has been with lovers’ secrets etched.
The long-lost bells are less forgotten, though.
It finds that it is hard to whisper no.
~ Phillip Whidden
by phillipw | Mar 8, 2025 | SE, TE |