Shapeshifter
By johnqpublic
I awaken from you, cloaked in sweat;in my dream, you stood on a French Quarter balcony,dressed in lavender lace.You waved your silk handkerchieflike a red flag;I answered your summons in a blind haze,already intoxicated by you.But then,glossy ribbons that you worewere keen steel blades that sliced my reaching fingers;your tongue between my lips was warm moist oblivion to me,& then was the head of a viper, about to strike,& then a parasite, devouring me.Fully alert,I saw yourround mounds of fleshquiver with delightas you wandered into Graceland.I followed, abandoning sense,awaiting your next move.Your movewas to seize me by the hands& drag me down in a field of lilacs(or was that onlyyour perfume?)As I settled into this dream you invented,I found myself tangled in your web of auburn lockswhich suddenly were desiccatedleaves of long savannah grass& then prickly ropes of briarthat slashed my flesh,then sinewy vines that bound me& held me in your thrall.Now, I dream no more,but lie trembling in your thickly scented chamber,awaiting the sound of heavy footstepscoming to bring me the sour mealof your embrace. Written November 29th, 2001 © on Dec 03 2001 02:59 AM PST 0 • 10
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"I awaken from you, cloaked in sweat;in my dream, you stood on a French Quarter balcony,dressed in lavender lace.You waved your silk handkerchieflike a red flag;I answered your summons in a blind haze,already intoxicated by you.But then,glossy ribbons that you worewere keen steel blades that sliced my reaching fingers;your tongue between my lips was warm moist oblivion to me,& then was the head of a viper, about to strike,& then a parasite, devouring me.Fully alert,I saw yourround mounds of fleshquiver with delightas you wandered into Graceland.I followed, abandoning sense,awaiting your next move.Your movewas to seize me by the hands& drag me down in a field of lilacs(or was that onlyyour perfume?)As I settled into this dream you invented,I found myself tangled in your web of auburn lockswhich suddenly were desiccatedleaves of long savannah grass& then prickly ropes of briarthat slashed my flesh,then sinewy vines that bound me& held me in your thrall.Now, I dream no more,but lie trembling in your thickly scented chamber,awaiting the sound of heavy footstepscoming to bring me the sour mealof your embrace...."