January's poems

Ferocious submission

Want, with claw, scraping demand
Steadily wresting control from my hands
Ripping veil, snaring thought
Forcing, shoving, my body taut
Causing wanton, wild, and restless overwhelming need to rend
Fight, molest, and wrestle down ‘til sweat and growl are sound and scent
Know that everything I’m bringing, feral creature I’ve become,
Is still a being you can conquer, let me see just how you’ve won.
Force me down upon my knees, keep me in my place.
Create an aching quivering mass as all of me that remains
To wait again for quiet voice, a casualty of heartening war,
To grasp, when I regain myself, that you contain the whole once more.

© surrina booke 2012



know

Abraded skin, bruises, welts
Behind a veil of clothing felt

Sealed beneath guise accepted
Tucked away to be protected

Loving aches with every bend
Each gifted wound I treasure tend

Once a mask I found so vile
With shift and fake now brings a smile

Raise a hand to hide the grin
That shows I've let my true self win

© surrina booke 2012



the marks

I had forgotten, but
Stroking the marks, I drift to dream
Stoking the fires of each vivid stroke
Though, for now, they’re banked
Each pass of fingers over welts
Causing coals to spark and glow
Resurrecting hum and moan
Though instruments be stored away
A touch on decorated flesh
These purpled lines burn life again
Like ashes for the phoenix
To who and what I’m meant to be
With remembrance, me

© surrina booke 2012



Clutch

Wrapped and grasping
Moves the heart
From chest to throat
With such an art
Containing each
Recurring beat
And with it, brims
A honeyed feat
Pounding candor,
Tinctured me.
Pulsed and waiting
Collar’s seat

© surrina booke 2012