Sarah Taylor

10/17/06

Poetry (1)

Multiple Pantoum Stalker Poem

I need you, even if you don't know who I am.

I watch you through my camera on your wall.

I dream of you as your image moves on the screen.

I want you with a desire stronger than self-control.

I need you more than any pills the doctor can give me.

I dream of you as your image moves on the screen,

and when you look out at me I feel like our eyes meet.

I need you more than any pills the doctor can give me,

and I imagine you feel the same.

And when you look out at me I feel like our eyes meet

despite the walls, the floors, the rooms seperating us,

and I imagine you feel the same.

You are all I think about, my only fantasy.

Despite the walls, the floors, the rooms seperating us

I can almost feel you filling my arms.

You are all I think about, my only fantasy,

and if you don't say my name I'll be broken.

I can almost feel you filling my arms.

I watch you through the camera on your wall,

and if you don't say my name I'll be broken.

I want you with a desire stronger than self-control.

I will make you love me, there are no exceptions.

A damn camera can't sate my love for you.

I walk by your second story window everyday

with my binoculars, stealing my fleeting glimpse.

My plans have been made, it's time to make you love me.

I walk by your second story window everyday

plotting our first close encounter, and it makes me sweat.

My plans have been made, it's time to make you love me

in the room behind the old coffee shop my father owned.

Plotting our first close encounter, and it makes me sweat,

to know that I'll finally kiss you, feel your soft flesh in my hands

in the room behind the old coffee shop my father owned.

I'll be at your door at midnight with a silken blind-fold and rope.

To know that I'll finally kiss you, feel your soft flesh in my hands,

it makes me cry out when I'm all alone, you are my siren.

I'll be at your door at midnight with a silken blind-fold and rope,

and I'm praying you'll say I love you and beg for my touch.

it makes me cry out when I'm all alone, you are my siren.

A damn camera can't sate my love for you.

And I'm praying you'll say I love you and beg for my touch.

no more glances with my binoculars, stealing a fleeting glimpse.

Now we'll be together forever.

The green, digital numbers on my watch flip to 12 A.M.

I slip the pseudo-key into your lock while I shake nervously.

The door clicks open and I gently push it in,

welcoming the red painted walls of your living room.

I slip the pseudo-key into your lock while I shake nervously.

I step into the room and my breath slows as if hybernating,

welcoming the red painted walls of your living room.

My feet pull me down the hall so similar to my own.

I step into the room and my breath slows as if hybernating,

afraid the faintest noise will cause you, my love, to wake.

My feet pull me down the hall so similar to my own

and familiarly left, into the open door of your bedroom.

Afraid the faintest noise will cause you, my love, to wake.

I slip a silk scarf across your eyes and relive my steps

so familiarly left, into the open door of your bedroom.

You gasp and breath to life, a fright from your cool lips.

I slip a silk scarf across your eyes and relive my steps .

The green, digital numbers on my watch flip to 12:11 A.M.

You gasp and breath to life, a fright from your cool lips.

The door clicks shut and I gently let it go.

Now that I've got you there is so much I'll do to you.

I've got you tied up in a room behind the old coffee shop.

and you know I love you this way, mine forever.

I slide my hand along your cheek and let out a ragged breath,

I've wanted this for so long and my body is crying out.

And you know I love you this way, mine forever.

A tear forms on your eyelashes and I brush it away, tenderly,

I've wanted this for so long and my body is crying out.

Please, please, you cry and I think you're begging me.

A tear forms on your eyelashes and I brush it away, tenderly,

you are my love, my most precious angel, I won't hurt you.

Please, please, you cry and I think you're begging me

to keep holding you, kissing you, letting my hands wash over you.

You are my love, my most precious angel, I won't hurt you.

I leave a gentle trail of kisses on your neck and your tears dare me

to keep holding you, kissing you, letting my hands wash over you.

I just can't help myself, you're so beautiful.

I leave a gentle trail of kisses on your neck and your tears dare me

to keep you tied up in a room behind the old coffee shop.

I just can't help myself, you're so beautiful.

I slide my hand along your cheek and let out a ragged breath.

Now that I know you the time has come.

I have felt every inch of your luscious body

and known its every godly curve and line,

but your tears have soured your flavor

and I no longer ache for a scintillating touch.

I've known your every godly curve and line

and they felt like a gift from God in heaven,

but I no longer ache for a scintillating touch.

I have lost my craving for you, found it in another.

It feels like a gift from God in heaven,

when I watch this new red-haired beauty.

I have lost my craving for you, found it in another.

You're time has drawn to a final end, my sweet.

when I watch this new red-haired beauty.

I forget our union in the room behind the old coffee shop.

You're time has drawn to a final end, my sweet,

and so my silver knife must taste your heart.

I forget our union in the room behind the old coffee shop,

I forget that I have felt every inch of your luscious body,

and so my silver knife must taste your heart.

Your tears have soured your flavor.

You haunt me even when you're gone.

My shovel bites into the earth and I remember.

I remember my silver knife sliding into your chest.

I remember your last gasp for air and my final goodbye.

You were my angel, you're time had come.

I remember my silver knife sliding into your chest,

and I still mourn you as I stalk my new lover.

You were my angel, you're time had come.

I think of you as I imagine my hands on her.

I still mourn you as I stalk my new lover.

She is red-haired fair and skinned, your opposite,

and I think of you as I imagine my hands on her.

I remember your black hair and chocolate skin.

She is red-haired and fair skinned, your opposite.

She is my vixen, my goddess, like you were my siren.

I remember your black hair and chocolate skin

and crave her touch so I can remember us.

She is my vixen, my goddess, like you were my siren.

My shovel bites into the earth and I remember

and crave her touch so I can remember us.

I remember your last gasp for air and my final goodbye.