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]

Day-um but your fb rocks, girl! You caught all the things I was trying to do and some of the things I didn't even mean to...for instance, I didn't even intend for the picture perfect alliteration to recall pulse-point, but it does and that's a cool way of looking at it. I also hadn't considered the "drawn and quartered" meaning of "drawn"...I was just going for the most basic wordplay there. It's not often someone can show me things I didn't purposely insert into something I've written, so thanks so much for doing so and for your kind words! I'm glad you enjoyed it.