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A Pose Held in Evening
She stretches forth her arm, her open hand,
Averts her pallid face, and lifts her chin
As if she's had this whole encounter planned.
Her pose insists: "I know you understand.
You know my need. Now let the game begin."
She stretches forth her arm, her open hand.
Her finger, scarred, recalls her wedding band,
Removed in contemplation of this sin
As if she's had this whole encounter planned.
She waits there, silent, full of cold demand,
A waxen lover made of parrafin.
She stretches forth her arm, her open hand.
She is a statue sculpted out of sand
That starts to crumble as the tide comes in
As if she's had this whole encounter planned.
And at the edge of darkness, there I stand,
So captivated by this mannequin.
She stretches forth her arm, her open hand,
As if she's had this whole encounter planned.
Averts her pallid face, and lifts her chin
As if she's had this whole encounter planned.
Her pose insists: "I know you understand.
You know my need. Now let the game begin."
She stretches forth her arm, her open hand.
Her finger, scarred, recalls her wedding band,
Removed in contemplation of this sin
As if she's had this whole encounter planned.
She waits there, silent, full of cold demand,
A waxen lover made of parrafin.
She stretches forth her arm, her open hand.
She is a statue sculpted out of sand
That starts to crumble as the tide comes in
As if she's had this whole encounter planned.
And at the edge of darkness, there I stand,
So captivated by this mannequin.
She stretches forth her arm, her open hand,
As if she's had this whole encounter planned.
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it IS very neat that it can be so differently interpreted. your end goal in writing it is very different from mine -- i always write with a very specific interpretation in mind. but it doesn't bother me (and i fully expect) for it to be interpreted at least slightly different from my own design, and often totally different from my own design.
as always, your writing inspires me. :)