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

[femmenerd.livejournal.com]

If that's "sucking at poetry," then um, BLOW ME.

You have too much fun with words to be bad at writing poetry. Also, I think that this is an incredibly good example of fan-poetry because it weaves right into canon, yet is clearly yours as well.

[tkp.livejournal.com]

Haha, thanks. The fun in words seems to all drain away when it's poetry, not prose. The thing about prose is it's okay to have a word or two that isn't brilliant in prose, and I really feel it's not in poetry.