|Ah the randomness!
Author: Aviendha19 PM
um, on aim. there was this contest between a friend and I, to see who could, well, i guess you'll see..... Copyright 2001 Lorraine F. P.Rated: Fiction K - English - Poetry - Words: 930 - Reviews: 4 - Published: 09-24-01 - id: 414206
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I bring my greasy hands to my mouth, wet, salty with the popcorn, and oh so sweet, yes, little seedling, crumbly crumbs on my fingers, and sticky, clinging to my skin as it falls from my hand, onto the floor. the dogs lick it up
shadows, death, dark, soft moths consumeyou, down feathers, caress, so light, so pale, pale night, eggs fright
Moon wax full and raise the tides, part on mar rot angry root flies
--No, flew, flew into the dusk, rhyme time rhythmic rust
White halls, dripping milk, bloody swells upon their silk, my hands of time soft sliding, down your skin agliding, there springing from my touch, the ever-growing rush, of flames that tongue the plush, grass you pour your milk
Softly coalescing, upon his furrowed brow, the wings of time caressing, to sing the pattern now. his eyes so dark and glaring, his gaze so soft and staring, the look sending shivers, like hands, down my naked spine
Reveal the music from the air, the tears and love and cries that tear, my heart in pieces lying there, for fear and sand both disappear. the dark surrounds me now, it humms, with wonders softly glowing, hiding me from wandering glums, whispers across my skin are flowing
She looks at me, so heavily, for one so small and young as she. her gaze chases me, so readily, back into my hollow on heels free
Her eyes, glazed with tears, stare up at me. I can't hold her gaze, and look away, this sadness too much to bear. The question burns between us, but I ignore its thrust. I don't want to, no! But she bares her shoulders, and in the black moonlight I hear it sing. Ah! Hidden petals of lust opening up within my heart, my bloody heart, for that which she longs to give. She hears my sharp indrawn breath, and her eyes lock mine. Oh, it rises, and I can no longer see her, just the sing, the glorious hum of it beneath her moonpale skin. And I can no longer resist. It moves inside me, coalescing, growing, waxing, climax! My teeth break the skin, and I can no longer see anything but the black of blood, the red of night, the smell of her fright, and singing in my heart, in my soul, in my veins, the drumbeat of my heart, inside me, longing, the bloodsong. I loved her, but she is no longer. Only the crimson and the dark, chocolate shadows, flowing lust, dark as passion and cool as flames, and then, and then.... it is over, and she is no more. I raise my head from the carnage I have wrought, and scream into the night. NOOOOOOO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
--Romeo and Juliet