None before him

None before him

A Poem by David Benson

Religion is a struggle

I loved the snake in her hips, her wild
Indian side -- Hindu all the way to Kali,

                    black tongue lolling,
with the taste of my blood: Still the demon,
I erupt--

I want to be your Shiva. You danced for me
and I lied
      until I changed, swapped the cross
around my neck for the promise

          of chaos

death and rebirth. Into you
my destruction: The little death
of child. We rose,

    you and me,
    to who you are
    and who I am not.

Your tongue tastes quick, flicks me
to who I was before I loved you.

© 2011 David Benson

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Amazing! The little lies, and compromises we make in order to be sure we fit. Even if it's only to feel the fire for a little while. Hopefully longer.

Posted 11 Years Ago

It seems that love can truly conquer all, even faith, or at least give it a good shake...

Nice Write David!

Posted 12 Years Ago

Very well written! This poem has a dark side to it!

you and me,
to who you are
and who I am not.

Great Poem

Posted 12 Years Ago

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Added on February 27, 2011
Last Updated on February 27, 2011
Tags: Hindu, Kali, Christianity, chaos, destruction, rebirth, ego


David Benson
David Benson

Mays Landing, NJ

Writer, author, poet, farmer, PR guy, production manager, war games designer - you name it, and likely I've done it sometime during the last 56 years. I was even a preacher for a little while. I'm .. more..


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