Lilac Wine :: a warzone towards haiku

October 18, 2010

The apple in a whole roast pig’s mouth: aftermath

Filed under: Text — Lilac @ 9:00 am

Wax rains along my body from clavicle to thighs, blue-black marks on white; skin undulating over the bones beneath as I breathe. I think of Kipling’s How the Leopard Got His Spots: this is decoration to the point of transformation, turning me into a beautiful beast-thing. Sticky wax-thick fingers trace circles about my clit. Wax falls on my hand..

Wax like black soft dragon scales, like clay. Scrape it off – like Eustace under Aslan I scrape my skin in sticky swaths, throat burning; my fingers leave thick black trails.

Smoking cloves on the back porch you have that smile I love, whole and satisfied. So this is why the good girl likes the bad boy: he’s satisfied. Satisfiable. Satisfying.


1 Comment »

  1. I think you may actually have gotten to the root of the good girl/bad guy match here. Quite satisfied, indeed.

    Comment by Fistandantilus — October 19, 2010 @ 7:39 am

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