Primal
I want to strip the meat
from the bones of your soul
taste the sinewy sweetness
Devour your emotions
swallow you whole,
Savor the flavor, the sour sorrow
Compacted so deeply into the marrow
and lap up the blood stained fears
pooled at my feet
I wish to get high on the ecstasy of your love so sweet
to dismember you on my carving block
putting the pieces into neat little boxes
so when you ask for a memory, I have it waiting
Ready to give back. In perfection. Sight, sound, smell and taste intact.
And I hope your tools are as sharp for your cutting
for the flesh hangs on my bones
Waiting for your feast of Joy.
William Dawes
© Copyright 2008
1st Poet Inc.
A contest entry
- Serial Killers by Tattboyspet.
425 points, ended March 6, 2008, 8 entries
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Wow.....
Goodness Bill. I don't what to think about this piece.....there's a slight sweet, tender undercurrent to the loud, disturbing words shouting BEWARE (crazy mo fo here, lol ; )
Peace N Love,
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~ Janet ~ ~
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Wow deeply dark and powerful. You have portrayed some excellent gruesome imagery here, used some wonderful phrases. A superb piece, had all my senses on alert. Best of luck in the contest
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Have a few, ten, fifteen drinks & relax man... So when you ask for a memory i have it waiting is pretty damn good Cheers..
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"so when you ask for a memory, I have it waiting" - wonderful line!
If I may ask - could you possibly put in your AN what it is that you would call yourself or have the public call you? -
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what would i call myself
probably the Poetic Killer...if you think about it there is pleasure on the part of the killer, pain on the part of the victim, the visual of the scene,the emotive impact to those around...... all pure poetry
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