It's in the way he wants me
Breathing down my back from paces away
Staring, always staring, for I'm marvelous
I'm golden, an angel, a star
But I'm shivering
He touches me
Fingers my hair, slowly
Running through the knots
I can't move as he slides one
Silky finger down the base of my neck
Down my spine
I shiver, I'm a star
I'm a goddess
His face is scruffy with stubble
It brushes against my smooth cheeks
Something about his movements
So subtle
Underneath
I am a fragrance unlike any other
A divinity
I'd bite the inside of my cheeks
If he hadn't got there first
I'd scratch out my eyes, my face
Please God make me ugly for him
A contest entry
- Options for the imagination.. by starblaze.
800 points, ended November 22, 2008, 21 entries
Honorable mention
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
Please tell me what you think
Comments
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I really like this poem, it has so much passion and genuine feeling and describes obsession so very well. I particularly like the ideas of him breathing down your back from paces away, and how you describe his feelings about you by referring to yourself, "I'm golden, an angel, a star".
I also love the way the obsession feels mutual, particularly in the last line, "Please God make me ugly for him". Very striking and emotive, makes you think about the nature of obsession. Well done and thank you very much for entering!
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Wonderful. I loved the picture your drew in my mind with your words. This was a very joy to read, you wrote it with deep emotions of sin, lust and pureness. Just wonderful. thanks for sharing.
~Noor
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