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Vladimir Escher

My nymphet of choice is etched on the walls
of the staircase that stretches
horizontally downwards.
As I circle back to where I’ve been, I
touch the face of every sign,
every sketch of my Yuffie.
The faces, innocent, increasingly
hostile as I walk down, more
so until it fades to joy.

Turn my eyes from all this way. It is proof
that I am dastardly vile.
Hide my face from your face, now
the rays of sun fall flat at my feet, and
I see you in my eyes by
the vertical waterfall.
The look in your eyes, an alloy of fear
and knowledge of the Lilith
within, it still betrays you.

It tells me that you require more love than
I can give. My old adult
skin breathes for your smooth young hands.
Who could fail to recognize the demon
angel in your calm footsteps,
or the addiction in mine?
Intertwined together, like a lizard
inside this prison of bars,
the math is simple enough.

Our paths, they cross and intersect with this
blind fury and optical
peace until, triumphantly,
we are forced into shape, just as we are.
Let the world know that your young
innocence and my vain mind
form a new Star of David they can’t see.
We could fall forever for
‘us’, and never touch the ground.

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I've just experienced something for the first time: My first poetry rejection. Apparently, my two newest pieces aren't quite good enough for Poetry Magazine. That's alright. While I respectfully disagree with their opinion, I do find it a thrill to have someone with connections actually take a look at my stuff. Most all of the time, I find myself humming a tune in my head that matches a situation that I'm currently in. I know which song I'll be singing today: "Well on the way, head in a cloud, the man of a thousand voices talking perfectly loud. But nobody ever hears him or the sound he appears to make, and he never seems to notice. But the fool on the hill sees the sun going down and the eyes in his head see the world spinning 'round."- The Beatles, "Fool On The Hill"

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HELLO!!!!

I just wanted to stop by and lety ou know I was here!!!

This is a secret poet page raid!!!

Have a GREAT day!

Steph

• Re: Muses to the Muse by sapphicmuse on Thursday, October 22

Lestat here. nice muses....why aren't I your greatest muse? what's wrong with you?