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

[43100.livejournal.com]

Apparently there's a writer con in atlanta ga where I happen to have lived once and still live near...? [/random]

LOVED this. I enjoyed:

'Her pulse-point wrists.' Little descriptions like that rock my socks and roll around my tongue for days like a wicked good liquor. I don't know why exactly, but it totally does.

'Fucked, they blossom and she pops, like waiting champagne fizz.' And sometimes they turn me on. o.O

'You must fathom her forgiveness, her "you're a man" forgiveness, your treacherous, hated love, tousled in the sheets.' To this I must say: yes!

No sucking here, doll.

[tkp.livejournal.com]

So are you going to writercon? You should go. You should go vicariously for me. Gah I wish I could!

'Her pulse-point wrists.' Little descriptions like that

Glad you liked that. I wasn't sure it worked! And thanks.