POETRY

by Nikki Allen

Friction Used.
by: Nikki Allen

throwing nonsense at my muses,
giving them everything they want but do not need
patron saint.vixen.
sex as a weapon,
a long long sabre swinging out,
kissing necks of strangers,
tickling the ivories of forbidden keys.
yes, I am quite the catch,
a lady-killin' lady,
laid out on your bed like a goddess
in rumpled sheets and
a black pair of underwear.
if the sun were shining it would
fall across my kneecaps
and you would walk back over
for ONE MORE TIME.
throwing nonsense at my muses.
they abuse my mason-shield,
my lack of dominatrix-qualities.
I am just a girl.
with hair that twirls around my finger,
skin quite smooth to touch and part with.
I am just a body, my sweet,
that happens to house a brain.

I flipped the Hammock.
(the ex-incident)

I was mad at something you said
and I stood up right quick as
my thoughts curled up like
kinked yarn.
I felt the give and
I let it fly as
you opened your eyes
(noticed you were no longer rolling
them at my so-called stupidity).
Like spun sugar unspinning
and furled-hurled fists
unfurling, unhurling,
the pretty white net is bouncing empty
and you're on the ground
like a disfigured moth,
fingers clenching grass as if it too
might give way and send you farther down.
and I just stood and just thought and just breathed.
Even my so-called stupidity has a way
of biting back
and you're getting up, daring to laugh
but the look in your irises is enough
to satisfy.