My Dark Garden

My mind wanders

in and out

of the moment
like rat tailed

ribbons and lace

entwining my gut desire

a corset of want

so tightly laced

that I can only breathe

in stolen gasps

I

grow 

more lightheaded

and distracted 

by the minute

soon 

I will lose consciousness

and collapse

against 

the

bone

the corset of my flesh

a silk brocade

well worn

and

strained

from

years

of

tight laced

living

its boning

bruised

and

cracked

yet

stiff

enough to hold

all the promises

of beauty

that once was

circle me

tight

with 

love

let me

surrender

against

the ivory embrace

be

an

ardent

yet

gentle

lover

of 

my

long

wasted

life

OctPoWriMo 2018  Day 9