They (1865 hits)
Category: Quotes & Stories -> PoetryRating: 2 on 19 reviews (Rate this item) (V)
Submitted by daniel <daniel.at.writerspacemail.com> (View user info) at 2005-03-26 22:00:10 EST
They follow me to bed every night.
They are the ones stopping on the sidewalk
To touch a high heel for no reason- just before daybreak
I've seen them at the shore ripping away their stockings
Like second skins.
In town they turn every head but their own,
Gazing to a point a step beyond your eyes
To burn your guardian angel to ashes.
They are the ones turning to toss their hair,
Striking fire in your loins as if by accident.
They are drawn to mirrors.
In club restrooms they stand lifting and dropping
Their hair like silver coins. When sisters approach, they
Speak with their eyes. They lock the stalls together,
Whispering, fabric ripping.
They smile in perverse pleasure at your stumbling small-talk,
Icing you in the empty rooms of their eyes
Because you have nothing they haven't already had.
They have a map to the darkest doors of your soul.
They're waiting there,
Crossing their legs up ahead in your headlights
At that forgotten country crossroads beside the
Abandoned store that only you could remember-
Vanishing behind windy oaks as you slow.
The dance floor crowd turns to shadow
When their hips roll their allure to form,
When you can no longer tell the dancer
From the dance.
Hands thrown open upon the wind,
The night awakens to its own consciousness
Within their eyes.
The air turns to black wine in
Their mouths as they run your dreams through their hair
Until it sparkles in perspiration,
Until you sit up in bed, a white cleft in the night. Wet.
They drop like cats through the dark,
Turning the corners of night as starlight trickles
From leaf to leaf, then they are the darkness,
Spilling into your dreams
Quietly as mist filling the dark intervals of trees.
They close their fingers to an inch of moonlight
To hold the elementals in thrall, scratching starlight down your back
As the seasons change in their eyes.
Glamours swirl with the sharp cold of autumn lingering about their
Torn-away cloths as they roll secret storms between
Their palms, crushing lightning into their fingers as winds
Whistle through their hands- opening, legs parting to
Dark flames where their wolves crouch.
Across the dance floor's booming smoke you glimpse them
Like the silhouette of a dream; the world stops like a snapshot
Around their accelerated stillness. They appear to be awaiting nothing.
Then they're gone.
They move with the equipoise of ancient youth,
Collective memory of the huntress swallowing the manna of high priestesses
On slabs of stone.
Through the other's eyes they watch the horned moon rip the night
In borrowed light; they pass its iced truth one to the next like a
Chalice of jimson tea raised to the bloody mouth of Time,
Back to the Daughters of Dionysus licking starshine from the other's
Flesh, braiding ecstasies through the turnings of dreams until
On a sidewalk they stop to touch a high heel
And in the passing dream
Of the other's eyes they meet at the shore on the edge of the wet
Dawn to rip away their stockings like the veils of heaven.
Fingers entangled in the other's hair,
They gasp in colors Hendrix mixed
Untangling his fingers from the strings.
"Not necessarily stoned, but, beautiful."
User Reviews
Submitted by Shlongy (user info) at 2005-11-29 15:24:04 EST (#)
Ranking: 2
It PAINS me to leave this +2.
Submitted by ruthless (user info) at 2005-10-05 19:07:15 EDT (#)
Ranking: 2
I used to spend time down at the Gulf... lived in San Antonio for three years...wonder if our paths ever crossed without us knowing?
Submitted by Danger_Ranger (user info) at 2005-06-18 00:47:03 EDT (#)
Ranking: 2
This. fucking. rocks. Are you drunk Daniel? thanks for all the +2's, and this is by no means reciprocal, this really is good, possibly on a par with your Mr. Ed piece. ;)
Submitted by Wazza (user info) at 2005-05-01 02:59:41 EDT (#)
Ranking: 2
I missed this ,and i think it is a brilliant piece,it's a shame that most uber goobers hate poetry,but thats how the biscuit cracks i suppose.(or the cookie crumbles)
Submitted by Merlina (user info) at 2005-04-19 05:52:32 EDT (#)
Ranking: 2
and one more: http://www.ubersite.com/m/55531
I adore poetry. Have you more? I shall look now. If not please write more.
Submitted by Merlina (user info) at 2005-04-19 05:47:59 EDT (#)
Ranking: 2
That was superb...
Sorry to linkwhore but here's another one of mine as you like poetry
http://www.ubersite.com/m/59098
Submitted by DanielH (user info) at 2005-04-16 00:02:19 EDT (#)
Ranking: 0
Submitted by Bigmike (user info) at 2005-03-26 23:05:36 (#)
Ranking: 2
Heavy. Very nice.
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Thanks Mike. Was showing to a friend and never saw your review; thanks Manda also and to those who don't trash. +++ to all of you.
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this was about me (from Blakeley
No it wasn't.- from d
Submitted by MandaPanda (user info) at 2005-03-30 01:14:12 EST (#)
Ranking: 2
But your accent is too cute.
Ah, hell. I might call later.
Submitted by DanielH (user info) at 2005-03-30 01:09:07 EST (#)
Ranking: 0
Submitted by MandaPanda (user info) at 2005-03-30 00:51:46 (#)
Ranking: 2
Hahaha.
Email me or something. My Mom changed the plan that my cellphone is on, so I can't call. Or yahoo! or AIM. Anything.
AIM: Mandapanda1707
Warn me if you're gonna be on Yahoo, since I'm never on there. Or.. I have MSN.
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Yeah whateva. I told you I don't do that computer stuff, AIM etc. You can call collect; if it's a $ issue. It's live at five or nothing. Oh, my real email is listed beside my name. Let's be penpals! Oh boy.
Submitted by MandaPanda (user info) at 2005-03-30 00:51:46 EST (#)
Ranking: 2
Hahaha.
Email me or something. My Mom changed the plan that my cellphone is on, so I can't call. Or yahoo! or AIM. Anything.
AIM: Mandapanda1707
Warn me if you're gonna be on Yahoo, since I'm never on there. Or.. I have MSN.
Submitted by DanielH (user info) at 2005-03-30 00:38:47 EST (#)
Ranking: 0
Submitted by MandaPanda (user info) at 2005-03-27 15:26:21 (#)
Ranking: 2
And where is this brilliant piece of poetry that I said I liked? I could have just been saying that I liked it to be nice, but I can re-read it if you want me to stroke your ego.
But don't worry, Daniel. I sincerely liked yours.
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Your time would be better spent stroking something more substantial than an ego.
Sure you'd agree.
xoxo -d
Submitted by Bizdorph (user info) at 2005-03-27 16:19:14 EST (#)
Ranking: 2
No Comment
Submitted by Istaros (user info) at 2005-03-27 15:45:04 EST (#)
Ranking: 2
what a draaag, man
Submitted by MandaPanda (user info) at 2005-03-27 15:26:21 EST (#)
Ranking: 2
And where is this brilliant piece of poetry that I said I liked? I could have just been saying that I liked it to be nice, but I can re-read it if you want me to stroke your ego.
But don't worry, Daniel. I sincerely liked yours.
Submitted by FuckTheArmy (user info) at 2005-03-27 02:54:34 EST (#)
Ranking: 2
This kicked ass. Although Manda, last time I checked, you liked some of what I wrote.
Submitted by MandaPanda (user info) at 2005-03-27 02:17:36 EST (#)
Ranking: 2
Hmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm. I'd love to. Well, except for the part about the heroin. That would suck if I went to visit you and you had that in your house and got busted and then I would get thrown in jail, too, even though I've never touched it before. Eek.
Mmm. Warm weather and a sexy accent.
Submitted by DanielH (user info) at 2005-03-27 01:34:53 EST (#)
Ranking: 0
I remember reading someone's remark when they first got a +2 from Big Mike, like: "Now I can die in peace." I can't go that far, but thanks, Mike.
Manda, it's a great time to hang on the Gulf- your boyfriend invited, free room and heroin. Just kidding, I'll only charge for the room.
(you have my #)
But for Big Mike to be your man-slave: $50 extra per hour. (Sorry, it's tourist season.)
Submitted by Bigmike (user info) at 2005-03-26 23:05:36 EST (#)
Ranking: 2
Heavy. Very nice.
Submitted by MandaPanda (user info) at 2005-03-26 22:37:32 EST (#)
Ranking: 2
Hmm. I think this is the first piece of poetry posted on Uber that I actually liked.