15-Nov-2000
Hi!!
Gosh, pretty scary, I wrote poetry too.
Um... I had one of those days. Again. But a bunch of my friends soothed the slumbering beast within (tamed the shrew, etc.) by reading me e.e. cummings and Neruda and Ginsberg. So I'm cool now.
I started this poem a while ago... when I began reading Chibiangel's "Find Me" series, which I'm sadly lagging behind on. Anyway, I dragged out the first two verses of sorts. The rest came in the last ten minutes. It's not great poetry. But, uh, you know-- it's *poetry*. Opinion separates the great from elementary scribbles.
I'm thinking I don't need a disclaimer, despite the fact that it's meant to be 1x2... because there's no real mention of it. No one needs to archive it. I just thought I'd share. ^^
Chibiangel: I hope you don't mind. ::grins:: Darn good story, though. This was the picture of Heero I was getting... sort of... although, he sounds like a crazy kind of beatnik here.
A boy with alabaster skin, violet eyes, unwraps me.
(peels back, trimmed nails, fade to black, a fairy tale),
subtracts me, distracts me, drives the gears of desire with a twist,
a flick snap click rap of wrists;
or the motion of his hips,
a minute promise of a kiss--
(down, down) sends me spiraling down in rapture,
intoxicated with pints of Absolut Bliss.He climbs into my skin, weighty lips like machine gun clips,
Dips in the hollows of my hands,
The terrain of bones like wasted lands.
My heart withstands a boy's commands.
I find oaths in the tangle of his legs smoothing,
Flesh and supple skin that soothes, forgive my trespasses.
As I curl in the cavity of your chest, an open wound, a womb,He, with distinct delicate procedure, tears apart the bone and skin,
(surrounds himself in the construct of my body thin)
in a strange genesis that speaks of sin,
while kissing me with abstract atrocity,
(fingers moving along with typical ferocity)
(o let me drown, let me down)
-- pull back your hips that speak promiises and your lips
that pray reverently;
-- tear away your limbs that curl arounnd me fragilely;the sharpness of your teeth along the rifts of clavicles,
brings faint spells as vision hearing feeling dulls.A boy with alabaster skin, violet eyes, unwraps me.
(unnerves me while he serves me with the curving of his body),
drives me insane with a game that snaps the throbbing of my veins,
I'm sustained & he remains & drives away all the pain;(o i spiral down, without a sound)
i drown in those most beguiling eyes,
the lilac fervor of his eyes,
the plum helix of his eyes,
and the lithe, white-marble body,
coiled in rapt surprise.
The End
For those of you who have been previously subjected to my poetry...
you're not imagining a pattern. I usually write, um, on more risqué things than, well-- daffodils, or the like.
Jay