Deceptive Strength


And I cry out in sorrow at your sweet kisses,

Because they steal my heartbeats every time our lips meet.

And your hands, as they glide over my frame,

They suck out my marrow, leaving my bones weakened as if

Osteoporosis had eaten through each and every one of them.

Weak for you. And your breath eases through the holes

Like blood through blocked capillaries and moray eels through coral,

Pretending to fill the crevices and give strength to the structure.

But it's all just a smoke screen, an elaborate illusion, to disguise

The weak creature who you make me out to be.



Copyright © 2011 Natasha Guy