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
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


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