Thursday, September 22, 2005
~ (A Vampiric?) LoveSong ~
He loved her and she loved him.
His kisses sucked out her whole past and future or tried to
He had no other appetite
She bit him she gnawed him she sucked
She wanted him complete inside her
Safe and sure forever and ever
Their little cries fluttered into the curtains
Her eyes wanted nothing to get away
Her looks nailed down his hands his wrists his elbows
He gripped her hard so that life
Should not drag her from that moment
He wanted all future to cease
He wanted to topple with his arms round her
Off that moment's brink and into nothing
Or everlasting or whatever there was
Her embrace was an immense press
To print him into her bones
His smiles were the garrets of a fairy palace
Where the real world would never come
Her smiles were spider bites
So he would lie still till she felt hungry
His words were occupying armies
Her laughs were an assassin's attempts
His looks were bullets daggers of revenge
His glances were ghosts in the corner with horrible secrets
His whispers were whips and jackboots
Her kisses were lawyers steadily writing
His caresses were the last hooks of a castaway
Her love-tricks were the grinding of locks
And their deep cries crawled over the floors
Like an animal dragging a great trap
His promises were the surgeon's gag
Her promises took the top off his skull
She would get a brooch made of it
His vows pulled out all her sinews
He showed her how to make a love-knot
Her vows put his eyes in formalin
At the back of her secret drawer
Their screams stuck in the wall
Their heads fell apart into sleep like the two halves
Of a lopped melon, but love is hard to stop
In their entwined sleep they exchanged arms and legs
In their dreams their brains took each other hostage
In the morning they wore each other's face
Ted Hughes
I HAVE A LOVE-HATE RELATIONSHIP WITH LITERATURE.
I LOVE the text.
I HATE it as a tested Subject.
I mean everyone should be free to form unique opinions of all literary works. Who are those E-Lit teachers to put a numerical score to my very original and personal views??? I think that's utterly rude.
Now that I'm finally freed from all judgment(yay!!!) I feel the nagging obligation to piece a nice literary work of my own- this time, in the form of my very own continuation to the very vampirically beautiful poem above.
... ... continued (by Jane)
In the morning they wore each other's face
He stared at her and she stared back in amaze
Her hair was spilling just like a willow
His cheek was hollow - remember the skin that she swallowed?
Exposed their souls are as the dawn sheds light
Nothing could stop the fire within that was still burning bright
Passion holds true - apparent by their acts so full of hunger
I yearn for such love that never lacks luster.
@ 11:30 PM
2 Comments:
At 11:26 AM,
Anonymous said…
well honey, they're just doing their jobs. who is to say who can't rank or judge whom? we're all slaves to collective mankind.
At 11:31 AM,
JayNe said…
OR you can choose the other option-to be a master of your very own individualistic kind. Agree? ;)
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