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Post by xunpredictablel on Dec 5, 2009 14:33:45 GMT -5
|TITLE| Untitled. |RATING| r? |THEME| Sexual, ish? Confusion? |NOTES| I'm... desperately confused lately.
I had a dream you kissed me. You tooke me to your room, your bed, your house and you held me. Kissed me - awkwardly. Wanted me, you fell against me, lustfully clutching me to you. And I said no?
Your hands found my waist and you clutched me to you. I shook against your broad shoulders, tall, quaking figure. You- attractive in advantage. Towering over me.
Your eyes seemed dark- shaded red in your passion. I saw myself reflected back as a beast, graceful posture, werewolf. Bare breasts, covered in a silky fur, still attractive. Perfect slant of my hips, leading to my thighs, muscular in stature and long - ; Arms gracefully falling, hair tumbling down my shoulders, covering my chest accidentally- For nakedness is not a fret for me. You reach towards me, tangle your fingertips in my curled hair, wonder covering your eyes (like clouds). I can barely see your pupils.
I raise my hand, the grace of the movement surprising even me, and curl my fingertips towards me, the long fingernails only adding to the seduction. Eyes framed with thick black picture frames with carved in leaves dancing around the rims. Lips slightly parted and you see straight, white, perfect teeth and you long to see your reflection within a smile. But my mouth parts only slightly, my bowed lips barely upturned in a forever smirk.
Red- the color of your lusty stare. Beware.
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Post by Alicia's Ghost on Dec 14, 2009 13:07:24 GMT -5
This poem intrigues me. Quite a lot. I'll probably be thinking about this for a long time after this inadequate reply to it. The confusion is something that is obvious -- it's like the narrator is speaking in terms of may have happened and it does not necessarily sound as if it the uncertainty of remembering a surreal dream. It's a different sort of confusion; the 'you' changes shape in the midst of it all, which seems to me, to signify some sort of transformation, or a split mind-set.
One part of you might have said no... but you did it anyway. Then the werewolf makes itself known in your flesh, in your eyes, and you follow, surprised by the gentle eagerness, by the supreme elegance of it all. As if your discovering a part of yourself you're not sure existed, and you're trying to figure out what it is. Is it sexual? Is it predatory, angry? What new side of yourself has been revealed? Red is all you're seeing even as you draw him closer, his own lusts matching -- which might mean its a survival tactic: give in for now or be struck down and forced.
The 'beware' was something I was waiting to drop a lot sooner than the end, but it was perfectly placed.
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