Slowly... like a dream
On the fluorescent peeking strings of moonlit bed
Where the fears sneakily crawl in
And the clocks come to halt
The ticks to a predatory silence
As my lids sharpen to the sight of a narrow path of skin
And the sound of a hailstorm in a riot
I have only to wait
And my nails are starving to sink
As the pearls around your neck fall
And disperse on the floor
I crown the epitome of confusion in your eyes
With a smile of acknowledgment and a secret high
And when the night is finally mine as it is dark
I see you understand at last
Ooh. I like this piece. It seems that your work is progressing thoroughly. You first stanza is full with modern imagery. Silvery and sharp, just like the picture. The second one though is more like you: dark and Gothic. It reminds mo of the "Du Riechst so gut" video from Rammstein. It's like you're a vampire consuming her or him? BTW which is it cause the pearls got me confused?
wow...nicely done. you've got terrific imagery here that sets the tone well. is 'strip' supposed to be the title or 1st line? if it's the 1st line i'd suggest moving it before 'slowly'. other than that, a great piece.
This was a fascinating use of imagery an imagination. The teasing play of words kept the mind in check, as if peeking arounf the corner to catch a glimpse of something forbidden.
Submission Name: Bestowed
