"Red, Ripe Pulse"

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by DaddyO

 

I don't want to think right now
I only want to take in your smell
And drink from your cup until it's dry
And breathe the air from your lungs and try
To hold it all inside until...

 

I don't have to dream no more
I only want to walk your floor
And slip inside your house and hide
And make my home within your light.
Let the friction's sparks ignite.

 

The screams and moans I hear
Into my ears
So clear
Red ripe pulse
A thrashing about
My head explodes

 

Red ripe pulse
A thrashing about
My head explodes!

 

The nails you scratch
Down my back
During attack
Red ripe pulse
A thrashing about
My heart explodes

 

Red ripe pulse
A thrashing about
My heart explodes!

 

I don't want to stick like glue
I only want a taste of you
Honey sweet, glistening drops
Into my open mouth it pops
You've taken me clear to the top...

 

The way your body shakes
When draped
Over my shape
Red ripe pulse
A thrashing about
My love explodes

 

Red ripe pulse
A thrashing about
My love explodes!

Red ripe pulse

A thrashing about
My...EVERYTHING!
...explodes....

Author's Notes/Comments: 

circa 2001

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J9thxciv's picture

How did you come to write

How did you come to write this one?  And how did you select the form in which you wrote it, the division of stanzas?  Reminds me of something I began to study some forty years ago.


J9thxciv (Januarian)

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It was intended to be a song.

It was intended to be a song. Sorry I don't remember the inspiration, it was too long ago. I think the song was supposed to be in a Gothic /Industrial genre. 

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Thank you for the reply.  The

Thank you for the reply.  The poem is very haunting.  I have read it a couple of times.  Its effect on me, although I am sure this is not intended, is to put me in mind of the brutal murder of Mary Kelly, in London, in 1888.  Of course, historians will never be entirely sure of all that might have happened in that room that night, but this poem certainly traces a possible set of emotions for that grisley event.


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