SALVATION'S BITCH

She rode me like a roller coaster

that would make lesser people tear up

from fear or panic or some emotion

that I haven't felt for more than 12

hours straight (no pun intended),

on one of those nights where friends

hung in the balance of the strangest

of events.

She laughed & loved & swore allegiance

even as she fucked her friend's boyfriend

who is more than a bit psycho if you ask me,

no matter how cute he was; & he ran into the

arms of twin madness & sex hungry vipors who

twittered & pulsed & fucked him unconscious

for more hours than I care to remember.

She cut open flesh like wrapping paper from gifts

that I didn't give her because the only wrappings

I had to offer were the petals on the roses &

the paper on which the sweet words I'd written were

so carefully printed out to release the passion I'd felt in

that long ago dream of a Goddess smiling down on me.

She can MOO -

She can CRY -

She can BUST A MOVE.

She can SMILE like the blades that slashed my wrists.

She can SING loudly as we head bang it in the car;

that SWEET CHILD O' MINE.

She rides me hard -

To the ends of the earth -

To the ends of friendship -

To the ends of time -

But I choose to keep her -

For that Goddess may yet smile again.

© AUGUST 27, 2000 by Jason Wright