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Little Sylvia
By Guttercat
Little Sylvia’s gone to sleep
I wish I slept beside her
I fear not what I see
obsidian petals of scarlet tulips
beauty borne with dreadful purity
But I am afraid of their touch
blistering cold, oh so cold
a deceptively gentle sweet rush
cuts my lips & parch
as I masticate
it bled to swallow
the pieces of me born again
born again to weep
I caress a petal now & then
but crush it in haste
to hide our awful secrets
in what hour we whispered
I love them still, oh still
if I ever did
Little Sylvia’s gone to sleep
I wish I slept beside her
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Copyright 2004 Guttercat
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On Wednesday, October 26, 2005, Err0r
(358)
wrote:
What a story told in such a mellow tone it seems, beautifully put. :)
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On Tuesday, May 4, 2004, flying_fox
(571) wrote:
oh this left me with such an immense feeling of loss and sadness... I think Purr got it right - hypnotic it certainly is. Beautifully written.
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On Sunday, May 2, 2004, girlafraid
(479) wrote:
this is lilting and dark all at once...it takes me places...and anyone that appropriately uses the word masticate in his poem is impressive in my book...
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On Friday, April 30, 2004, purr_verse
(1052) wrote:
softly, entirely chilling and almost otherworldly... hypnotic... lovely...
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