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]

Actually I'm the same way about poetry. Well, I do like poems that don't necessarily have stories, but I have trouble understanding them, or why I like them.

Food is way too easy to use as a metaphor for Buffy when I'm writing Angel(us). That and religious imagery. I need to stop! I thank you so much for reading even though it's generally not your thing! As always, thanks.

[my_daroga]

I'll read anything of yours, you know that. I only put the disclaimer on so you'd know not to expect actual crit. I'm at a loss, in these waters.