He looked at me, and said,
‘do you know, I imagine you
sprawled across my bed?’
I sensed vibrations fizzing
in his far-too busy head.
His childhood lollipop – he called me,
but candy girls don’t last too long –
such sweeties dissolve, snapped and poorly
in surrender to the beautiful song.
So sickly kisses tickled,
sticky nails prickled,
sensitivity soon fickled
as lustful thoughts sang, trick-lulled us
into a shadow room - tension, aching, brittle.
Dark limbs raced up the wall,
pausing, showing, disguising all
that pulsed beneath them, for
by the candle’s inconstant dull roar,
his unkempt looks and sunken jaw
no longer harboured an angry flaw
against the sugared heart that I once bore.
He softened as I whispered sweetly as a lark,
but the trusting face fell quiet and stark
on hearing:
Do you know,
You taste better in the dark.
Author notes
This is about someone I know, but as usual, it's a fictional situation and heightened details that stem from him.
A contest entry
- big bang prewrites only contest by serenity silvermoon.
900 points, ended January 5, 124 entries
Honorable mention
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest - Because I'm bored and want to give away some points [NOW OPEN TO PW's] by Dovina.
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Comments
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interesting...
like in real life, people look at other's and think "you're ugly, I want nothing to do with you" But then once you're in the dark, all of that goes away.
thanks for your entry -
i must say, the imagery is intense here.
wow!
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