“I’m unafraid.
Night awakens.
Songs start to liven up.
Unzip eyes.
A radio sings on.
Hazy lazy a body writhes
In folds of touchable sheets
but also writhes along
owner of the bodice
A slave of one worldly apparel.
It squeals, screams in the prologue
While telling her tale.
She is an It ,when in the world.
Nonetheless It hides a Her
Her with all her love to give
Her gashes to lick.
To draw lovers closer
and deeper into her womb.
To let on sighs , bliss.
To gift all She can..
She lives only for the night
And dies when the song dies,
the night dies.
And walks away the It
in the sad daylight… “
Author notes
option 7
A contest entry
- Options for anyone by brokenangel13.
300 points, ended April 5, 2008, 25 entries
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Comments
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this poem is great.
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Wow
Amazing write! I don't know if it was the amazing flow or perfect relaying of emotions that drew me in but this piece was wonderful. Bravo and good luck!
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