the turgid romance that i began in her name
congeals, within the palms of my hands as i watch
watch my Dixie fly, and fly high with Bob
strumming her harpsichord with vigor
fucking bastard, i don't know why i just can't see it
why i can't see what Dixie likes about these men
why she feels to contaminate herself, polluting flesh
my Dixie, my Dixie, MY DIXIE
it's like she doesn't understand the feelings that i carry for her
she seems to think that sweeping her hips against me
will do nothing, but she's wrong and lives in delusion
her hips against my hips, my hips..ooh my hips ache with the touch
she persuades electricity from my body, to her body, she takes
takes, and takes, and then when she feels, gives a small dollop
but that's all
she is selfish my Dixie, but cunning, she knows this game by heart
my Dixie, my dear Dixie, MY DIXIE
i can stand , mouth open in silent scream, pealing the layers of my flesh
feeling for some pulse beneath the throbbing muscles
but I've come to think I'm dead, while Dixie, Dixie lives and lives and LIVES
she lives, and whores herself to Bob, one fuck at a time, one lazy
brutal goddamn fuck, i would be gentle, i would, i know i would
i would, no..could, tear into her flesh devour her
my Dixie, i could consume her, she is my living higher power
she is divine, with her long tanned legs, and pouting lips
that kiss, that kiss him and not me, not me, no, never me
Bob, that lays on his back while she rides, tells him she loves to ride
she feels like she's a Samurai, and that she's all powerful now
palms pressing stars from my eyes, as i stand, watching in the mirror
my display of psychotic melodramatic phobia
that she'll leave me one day for them, for all of them
those red necks with fat cocks, that like to lunge for her
and i can her hear voice, her hoarse cries of BOB, OH BOB
and the head board once more cracking up against the wall
and i stand here going crazy, while my Dixie, oh my lovely Dixie
lies, legs parted with Bob, our mountaineer friend, and fucks
happy in her delirium
ahh Dixie, my Dixie, MY Dixie...
Nyx...
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Written August 26th, 2004
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okay, after only two I am getting a sense that this Dixie is of some consequence to you
I am intrigued by the name Dixie. I find it so very fitting and wonder if it is truly her name or made up entirely....hmmm @ that and smiles at true brilliance here - wow, you show an incredible talent, I have to say I am in love with your style, so unique!!!!
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im actually female, so this is from a females point of view, not a males point of view.
sorry for the confusion.
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(I have so been here.)
That second to last stanza was brutal. Excellent, but brutal. Hit too close to home for me, though I'll not detail. I'm very very enjoying this series of work from you; it's got touches of erotica, which you do masterfully, but mostly it's painful; you feel injusticed, even robbed of what should be yours because you want it so goddamn much. Brilliant work, Nyx, and by the way, you're hot.
Much respect,
Sarah
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wow that was amazing. You could just feel the emotion seeping out of the words
makes me want dixie too...lol.
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Nice job
This was an awesome read, it was like I was seeing inside this guys head, and not sure if it is a real person and a real situatino or not, but if not it sure seemed that way. The last line when he pressed palms to his forehead to wipe away the stars was captivating! Nice ending to a wonderful piece! -
I can see the narrator now stumbling towards cracking. And fuck if I can blame her. Of all the Dixie Poems, this one affected me the most because I have been there, chasing invisible men...bottle in my hand and tears staining my face. It still amazes me that Dixie is so oblivious to her admirer's longing. Or is she? Maybe Dixie likes to play games. We know she does. And it hurts, hurts, hurts.
As usual, great stuff here Nyxy Wyxy.
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This was an excellent write, I really like the style you use, the repetition.
Damn but it reminds me of my ex-wife!
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agonising
ahhhhh. what is it about dixie that you have captured? i must find out, i must analyse it, i must apply mathematics and pull her out of the words, then she will be MINE.
rob.
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