“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… “
A contest entry
- Free Verse or Prose Prewrites by Randomly Beautiful.
475 points, ended April 14, 2008, 15 entries
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Comments
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That word "bodice" has such sensual connotations as does the entire poem.
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Interesting take on this piece
The it as though once the sunlight rises she no longer exists good luck in the contest
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great poem, thanks for entering my contest.
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this is short and breathtaking. i love how the woman is shown in all her duality. the idea that during the day, she is but an it, but at night, she comes into her own. what an interesting write, dont think ive read anything quite like it, the style is a bit odd to read, but works for this poem well.
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I would love to see this one broken up a bit in spots. Perhaps with different words so there is no repetition. Overall, not a bad piece. Thanks.
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