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By Misti Date: 2003 Sep 17 Comment on this Work [[2003.09.17.04.22.9570]] |
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the magic has exited stage left the moon is on the wane there is no more radio only static between us a yawning canyon I can hear the echoes the aching lament of my wolfish heart I wanted to devour him the wild spirit in my gut wanted to leap out and spark fires in his turtle eyes I wanted to weave silk around him drag him down into the depths of my sea I wanted to drown him I wanted to save him I wanted to baptize him with my kisses cast him into hell with my menstrual blood be the flood he couldn't escape the light he had to reach from the depths of a tangled forest my throat aches my uterus aches my head aches from the effort trying to engrave my initials in a tree that doesn't want to be messed with the tree is really a monster the branches are his arms he is slapping me away I'm too dramatic too neurotic too psychotic too erotic I want to pour honey all over my body and invite him to tea I want to be lazy and stay in bed with him until someone breaks down the door I want to be with him on a small, unnamed island for twelve tasteless hours I want to be his cheerleader in a short skirt with no bloomers underneath his illiterate groupie gifted in the language of unconditional lust I want to be the mystery he is determined to solve tonight I have smoked cigarettes by candlelight with George Michael crooning vanilla angst on a bland station tonight I have touched myself despite the killer cramps thinking of him despite our ambivalent phone conversation tonight I am a woman looking over her shoulder and biting her lip... |