A Kiss Of Ivory Poem by Tyler Marshall

Eyes of gallium; with an ivory tongue
Sailors cruise the Northern wind
With a hunger so vile, devouring old and young
Debris collide her coast, her mercy to rescind
Endless deaths of brave men, cries of thunder
Behold her tune, and be torn asunder

Her voice of delicacy to sate their desire
To what end will she find her fulfillment?
Upon the locking embrace of her smile,
we sheathe our blades and simply retire
A sharp tongue to rectify songs of her exile
Swift and reclusive words make way from the liar
So sweet and bitter, deceit never tasted any better
A kiss of scaly tongues telling tales of those who fell among
So sweet and bitter, my knees feel broken
But I could not lift finger in her vanity; to be with her all along
For I have no free thought once she has spoken
And so my ears follow her call, my demons have awoken
Upon the wreckage of her shore, bodies imitate a moat
Weary and enthralled, I sever my throat.