A-Musing Poetry Draft

Sooo.. I decided to step away from the realism poems I tend to gravitate towards, especially about every day mundane things. This time, I wanted to write a poem about love, but I didn't want it to OBVIOUSLY be about love. Love itself feels so cliched in writing nowadays.

Here's a first draft of my attempt. Let me know your thoughts; feedback's so helpful!

The anatomy of lust

It starts in your toes

pink, jagged, curled at the knuckle

the weight of your thoughts

force them deeper into earth

your pale and supple chin

points to the ground as

your fingers thread your hair

elbow anchors take root

wind tickles your lips

dries out your teeth while

sentences snag on molars

words crumble to dust

your belly slithers upwards

suffocates your blood-soaked heart

slips up your narrow esophagus

rests in your throat

lungs begin to shrink

tongue starts to dance

matching rhythm to your hips