Poem: Prerequisites

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What: A Jossverse poem, free verse, very very short.
Why: for stultiloquentia, because she always rocks my world.
A/N: I suck at poetry. But it's fun to try.

Prerequisites

You must understand her wrists, her pulse-point wrists, murderous wrists.
Broken, they'd scent the air like cinnamon sticks.
You must taste her kisses, her messianic kisses, Life-Savers red cherry kisses.
Fucked, they blossom and she pops, like waiting champagne fizz.
You must see her sleep, after-sex sleep, picture perfect, surrender sleep.
Sketched, she'll be drawn and pale as paper.
You must fathom her forgiveness, her "you're a man" forgiveness, your treacherous, hated love, tousled in the sheets.
You must love this girl
To kill her.

Comments

[tkp.livejournal.com]

I don't know why everybody's afraid to judge the stuff,

I am because I don't understand it. Every bit of prose I have ever read, I can break down and tell you WHY I like it and WHY I think it works. But I can't do that with the poems I love the most; they hit me on a gut level that my brain can't work out. That's also why I feel like I can't write it--if I beat myself hard enough against prose I can eventually hammer out something I'm pleased with. Not so with poetry. A line or a word *comes* to me, and it really really works, like the "cinnamon sticks" line, but it's often months until another such line comes. I got impatient with this and gave up, which is how most of my poetry gets finished.

But! I'm so glad you liked it! And I'm so glad you're keeping track of the poetry. I loved the "Rhymes With Luck" one...and I haven't read Mer's yet.