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doingitagain
06-21-2011, 05:43 AM
You beckon me with batting lashes and soulful, searching eyes.
I wander to your nose and see that flared nostrils coincide
with a gleaming smile.
As we go for a walk
and talk along the way,
I sense myself following your lead.
As a man, as an adult
I must make choices for myself.
Your beauty will cause me to lose myself through following commands.
I take an unwilling step back for my safety and see that
Your hair is pulled back
Harshly,
Tightly,
Painfully
Pulling back your face,
Making you look accosted, justifying your rage.
You love to lead those you can and know you will give them up at the next sign of another passenger.
You know I know.
You turn away from me,
Like a puppeteer, you know me better than I realize
And this disrespect I have shown you,
Which allows me to gain freedom,
Which hurts you-
I will not allow.
I am desperate for you.
You run from me;
I chase you.
I see the train of your dress dance in victory as you speed away.
I stop watching your feet and see that your face is still in your hands;
Your hair flows in the wind,
Like a string I have left in the forest as a guide back home;
It leads me to you,
And I am able to finally wrap my hands around your arms,
Slowing you down,
Pulling you,
Pulling myself towards each other.
I dip you and tell you I love you.
You tell me as well.
I look into the eyes that know me, that search me,
And see the placidity of prey that has been caught.
I throw my head down to kiss your pink, cracked lips,
I breathe you in,
And unknowingly-
I have caught myself

everyadventure
06-21-2011, 03:14 PM
Sirens, sirens, everywhere! Run while you still can ;)

Jack of Hearts
06-22-2011, 12:47 AM
It reads more like prose. The 'narrative' seems very dry and direct. Don't you know a proper poem should be obtuse beyond definite meaning?

Just kidding... but then again, only sort of?







J

hillwalker
06-22-2011, 06:16 AM
I found this difficult to fully appreciate as a love poem to a 'Siren' - supposedly a subject of helpless adoration - because of that strange second line.

'I wander to your nose' suggests 'she' has a hooter the size of an apartment block.

From that point on I couldn't really take this seriously.

H