Tugging at my shoulder
soft hands turn to claws
that seep in
refusing to release me
… fading
your fragrant breath
on the nape of my neck
sweet roses and pink flesh
then something else
washes it away
a biting smell
pungent
over ripe cheese
… gagging
place your lips there
just under the ear
then with the tip of the tongue
trace the contour down
to my neck
leave me panting, gasping
as you bite
razor sharp and precise
a cherry sundae
… draining
dizzy now and reeling
there’s little left of me
you’re pale and bloodless
I as well
yet you’re hot to touch
too hot, and smooth
the pain you invoke
excruciating, pleasurable
it’s all okay up to a point
it’s when the gentle purring
leaves
the song stops
a last call
that’s when I hear it
the screeches
three wild screeches
wild bird calls
craven calls
that rip me apart
… dying
a bird attack
high pitched and piercing
there’s more to you
than the surface
that damn song
can’t you bring it back
… no
predatory female spirits
fluttering
always a price to pay.
– matt at shadowofiris
Oh Matt… I understand perfectly what you are saying…
That is exactly how I felt yesterday… like a harpy… grasping and grey… there was fear inside… I really, really don’t like that feeling…
Today I feel much better… it’s like my dreams washed away those feelings….
I don’t know… keep the harpies away…
This gave me goosebumps!
I understand your approach to poetry now that you have explained it in your own terms. It makes sense now why I cannot connect with the essence – just as I never watch children at play. I am a true bookworm and want almost everything presented verbally, even ballet does not appeal to me beyond the beauty of certain ballet moves. I intellectualise everything and do not enjoy watching from the outside – needing an inside view to understand and extrapolate. Your work belongs to a genre I have never conquered and it is good, variety is required to create a balanced world. I am glad you appreciate my writing about mundane events and crowning them with a silver halo – given your love for shadow play and deeper meaning, I find your ability to read my bland work most admirable and I am honoured. My mother is better and on the mend, thank you; and I shall look up the book you referred to. Yes, you have the oriental love for shadow play, a great and marvelous art! Kind regards, Agent Snowflake.