Sinful Nature Poem by Emily Vasquez

I.
Charm and wit establishes
her skill of manipulation:
A scripted tale of past years,
long pauses of thought
to leave victims lingering,
clutching tight to mystery.
The quick moment of power and control
is instant gratification,
and the bloody aftermath
of swollen eyes
and salt-stained pillows
will try to be avoided, forgotten.
It remains rooted in her nature:
Love, a hell.
Vengeance, a sanctuary.

II.
Wrapped in your cigarette smoke,
I'll spit out my heart
and toss it on your ankle
like a hacky-sack,
beating to the rhythm,
the motion of our bodies.
I embrace the hot sting;
I know afterwards you'll
kiss away my watercolor tears.
With interlocked fingers
you drive me to bodily seizures:
a precursor to my euphoria
I've yet to reach.

III.
Your light musk
embedded inside me,
constantly whirring
in my lungs.
I never wanted it
to escape,
but I puffed it out
when a train rode
over my chest
and when sensory deprivation
for the future kicked in.
You peeled your skin open,
let me delve in your mind.
I opened my mouth
to spew acid over you
and warped the dreams
roaming inside you.
I wish I hadn't,
In a few years
when life's dwindled down
I'll want that musk again.
It's just that,
commitment came knocking
when I was busy in the shower.