There is love. There is fear. Each of its own and loneliness will absolutely ensue. Combine the two and it will lead to disaster. Such as: girls love their hair, their faces, which will launch a thousand ships, they wash their bodies in bubblegum perfumes for: (the boys that fear their father, and maybe other boys, and perhaps the strength of a girl who becomes a woman) eternal offspring.
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A woman traces lines of black around her eyes. This is seduction. There is a sanguine red color to the fullness of her lips. She sprays orange perfume on her hair. Blonde, brown, black; it does not matter. There is want within the mouth reflected in the mirror.
She leaves to meet the man. When the man sees her, he will fear her.
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The boy will fear her; his father has told him to conquer her. She is submissive, father said. But the boy will see her strategic smile. He will see the shadowed, cunning eyes. The hair fixed like a helmet polished to an angelic sheen. Is this the second and last coming? What light brigade?
He fears his father more and takes her. Ad majorem dei gloriam, he whispers.
Wednesday, June 28, 2006
There is love. There is fear.
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You are writing again. This one is different. More detached and observant. What aren't you telling me?
We've missed your hungry writing.
This piece is so rich, full, intense.
It makes me think, "hmmmm, he's right."
It makes me want to argue too.
Where the heck are you?
This is great! I looked at the postmark and can't believe it's from June. Come back!
Intoxicating words...Accidentally popped over here from Pumpkin Shell, and am glad I did...
It's been too long since I've had poetry in my life; your words inspire me to change that. Thank you.
Now I'm off to read your archives...like I said, intoxicating...want more.
I love this. Absolutely beautiful. I'll be reading through your archives, and I'd love to read more new stuff, too.
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