your godlike neck

in the little hours before the big hand shoves me out of bed
I remember the back of your neck
a tree trunk
heaped with thick cord
all that power flattening the pillow
all that muscle on me
yet your strength
proved powerless

I too had chances
to dig into your heart with a pitchfork
with each temptation
your neck your face your voice
with this big bed as a dais
beckoned
do not break us apart

then you
omitted my neck my face my voice
in those cheating moments
weren’t my flesh touches enough
my warm eyes
my open lips

I should have stayed in character
and not adored a man
who considered himself godlike

Self/acrylic

5’x5′ oil on canvas painted years ago when I claimed to be a deep thinker 🙂