Every time I get an e-mail from Abbie Normal, it's automatically a good day, and last Tuesday's message was no different. Here are three new poems from my favorite poet, from a project she's working on called "Your Lips Are Like A Scarlet Thread." Abbie writes, "They're based on the sexuality of the Song of Solomon and i'm trying to combine my love for catholicism with my kinky BDSM self." Check 'em out below and if you're fan, then check out Abbie's poetry collections available right here at godeeperpress.com.
Deep in my throat,
Salt and dust, drench and parch.
My crown of rose petals that have shorn thorns,
Pushed down insistent,
no reluctance of my lantern jaw.
My hand on your belly,
Pearls in my swine gut.
I kiss your mouth triumphant,
And the wine swirls
To intoxicate our rendered lips,
Our broken tongues,
Our laughter at breaking the night in two.
The goblet between your blush thighs.
The copper penny stiffens between my crooked teeth.
My tattooed hands like blunted scissors
Spread and keep your legs silken and St. Andrew’s crossed.
The meadowlark grunting
behind your clenched teeth
Betrays your mammal self.
As your spastic flesh calms,
The ocean of cigarette collaged sheets
Rumpled and rippled
Like the gorged swell of a river
in Midwest tornado season.
All the red scrapes and green rot
We’ve been through disappear
As I pin your wrists to the headboard
And I my flex hips strong and sure
And your look of fear,
That blister of your childhood,
Bursts as your moans shake my voice box,
Vocalizing the bass thrums between my legs
And there is no violence anymore,
As our grownup selves
Kiss Heaven’s broken harp
And let the ghosts die
As the big death lets us
Survive to conquer another day.