Poetry by Roseann Geiger
a corpulent sleight of hand
untethered and
within its own will
kindling a masquerade
Your intent is not to harm me
a deliberate act
of wicked dexterity
fashioned to channel
bile from moonbeams
Your intent is not to harm me
a psalm
pretty and full of
veiled decor
scented, malevolent
Your need is to devour
the warmth of summer
boiling a stain upward
into hollow cheeks
masking indifference
An excuse is as good as a reason
lies in regalia
lying cherry blossoms
to roses blood rich
in carnal appetite
Your intent was not to harm me
hunger throws a pearl
from a nylon wire
whistles, ensnares
and devours.
You never had control.
About the Poet
Roseann Geiger currently resides in Seaford, New York and is employed in a very “non-poetic” position as a Secretary to Justice for New York State Supreme Court. She enjoys, above all else, spending time with her family and is married with three adult children. Roseann also loves animals, travel and, of course, poetry.
Vita Brevis Press. 
Wow……. this is exquisite!
thank you so much!
I love your stunningly powerful last line.