Poem 503

Thinking about fatal attraction, intensity edging into madness, a quality magnetic and alarming in equal measure …

Medusa

You can pull a face that really scares me
you just let yourself burn
          up the scale
and the intensity starts
to peel me
                         I laugh
and never show it
                                     you do it as a joke
a party item
                       but I could die
                       before the punchline comes
                       to unhook me

surprised 
                    when I touch you
there's no electric sting
just white flesh
and freckles
                         I'm going to burn
                                                            nevertheless
watching you light a cigarette
every movement of your hand
just a little
                     too much