Saturday, February 27, 2010

Hiding


i want to crawl into the soft, dark place

in your mouth

and hide

i want you to swallow me like the Beast
on "Where The Wild Things Are" swallowed the boy

for his own good

i want to be massaged into a ball
of masticated tendons and of flesh
lubricated...ready to be swallowed.
and, when you can roll me around your tongue
like that, what will you choose to do with me?

swallow?

or, spit?

2 comments:

  1. That is brilliant. The word 'masticated' really gives the perfect image in my head and gives the poem so much more emphasis, to me. This is just... wow. Awesome is the only word that comes to mind, but I want something more powerful, I think. I love this poem.

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  2. Fantastic! Such picturesque speech, steeped in emotion. I agree with Osolis as I search for more powerful words to describe my thoughts on this work.

    I chose that which will allow us to be together forever.

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