My Feelings Are Conjoined Twins

K.Hartless,

My feelings are conjoined twins
connected in the pelvic region,
prone to frequently unhinge,
the angel and the heathen.

My emotions are strings split,
a ripped cradle of a corset forgets
when to suck in and when to quit,
loosen and tighten, a fickle faucet.

Somewhere in the middle
I always give in,
find a reason to bend:
the lacy dress, a crinkly mess,
my latest guest, a big conquest,
braless bravado, backside aficionado
the short buzz of a lousy win.

My libido is my linchpin,
hands resist lacy nets
but the legs always open,
two siamese silhouettes.

Nothing’s worth the risk of surgery;
I’ll keep my conjoined personality.

© khartless 2021, All Rights Reserved 

For the August 27th episode of Late Night Poets

Man Ray Photography
https://www.manray.net/

Published by K.Hartless

K.Hartless is a persistent poet and eclectic fiction writer. She’s been recently published in Luna Station Quarterly, The Last Girls Club, Edge of Humanity Magazine, Pure Haiku, and Spillwords. Her blog, Yardsale of Thoughts, blends fiction, poetry, music, and art to create new experiences for readers.

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