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MARCH 27, 2009 3:00PM

possession

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I dreamt you were an alien

(it was a fever dream)

you looked just as you do

only your skin had a cast of electric blue

blue like your eyes but

preternatural,

otherworldy.

 

We walked

I understood

(you had said)

that you wanted to be inside me

--no-- 

that you wanted to LIVE inside my body

I wanted that too

but I wanted to know how.

 

Apprehensive

but excited

I asked:

how would it happen?

Would you dissolve

like sugar

into me?

Your atoms and molecules

fusing with mine

until we are one?

 

Or would you become a vapor

and slip inside me

through my naval

or nose?

 

Would I need to eat you?

Swallow you up?

 

And how would it feel?

Would it feel earthly

rooted,

primal and deep?

 

Or would it feel ethereal

ghostly,

like a memory

or a past life dream?

 

How does it happen, Will?

How has it come to be

that you’ve come to live inside of me?

I’m so hungry to know

but I am fed by the mystery.

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ooh, very evocative and imaginative!
you are my new favorite person, silkstone:)
Heck! You had ME wanting answers too! Loved the Freudian slip in paragraph 2.......;-D
This was like a warm breeze on a summer evening.
whhooo...

lovely! You are so lovely. This is so lovely.

You have such a generous spirit. I keep waiting for there to be a zipper in the back of your head that if pulled, a giant lizard alien head will pop out. Surprize! Say hello to your new Alien Overlord!

hmm....I think too much.
Loved it... what silkstone said.
lovelvoeelov ( stolen from my friend)
It sounds like a song of the heart. Very nice and relaxing.
Rated & Cheers!
A beautiful poem indeed, sensual and provocative. I am reminded of the scene in the movie Cocoon, where after their "interface", the Steve Gutenberg character says to the Tawnee Welch character "If that's foreplay, I'm a dead man."
Poetry...Something I've loved since around age 12, I even used to write it for many years too. I respect it too much to butcher it without the patience to correctly write it in form. This is a wonderful piece though and I recognize it when I read it. Raised on Hughes, Frost, Dickinson, Poe, Shakespeare and everyone in between, I do know a good one when I read it.
Rated
thanks for coming by everyone...

Tom! that was so great and I loved that line.

TY, greggers. working on the pilot episode of dharma & greg now.
How does it happen...?
I'm so hungry to know,
but I am fed the mystery.
Oh, Robin....
wondered what it might take to get your attention...
..um.....
Very impressive. I know the feeling.
#$%@%%@#$@#$!@#!%$%^^%*&

I love your stuff... and your poetry too :)

I've enjoyed this, thank you. ~ peece! dj
d dancer: thank you!

jim: right back atcha!
"I am fed by the mystery." That's going to be stuck in my head for days.

Thanks, Dharma!
ty, my feathered friend. stuck in mine, too:)
I keep slipping back and forth between thinking this is dark and this is romantic. Can creepy be romantic?

The image posted makes me think of facing the sun on a cold morning... just stand still willing to soak it in.
is it wrong of me to like the fact that you don't know quite how to feel about this? ;)

nothing i write is drawn out of thin air. "i want to live inside your body" was said to me by a lovely blue-eyed man some months back.
Wow, great stuff...I'm excited i found a new poet, and a yogi to boot!

I'm guessing re. how she got in you: prehension.

That nice general word covers alot, especially to an only sporadically poetic soul like me...

ratedjim
thanks, jim.
"prehension?" hmmm.
gonna have to check out your stuff, now....
I think we do this everyday... Just reading in here.

Don't we feel, see, touch and don't they come to live inside of us and fed the mystery of knowing one another. Thanks for Sharing. Stop by my blog anytime. Totzaon
what about me??? i'm not a favorite. this is gorgeous, honey. i don't get poetry but i get this and it's just lovely. strange. several people have written about dreams today. hmmmm. love love love and huge gratitude for you, sweetheart.
I thought this was about me...but it was that Christmas tree kisser guy wasn't it?
Seriously, mysteriously sensual.
rated for excellence
grif: i try to avoid writing love poems to happily married men...but if you would like to imagine that you are that blue-eyed alien then be my guest:)
thanks for the praise, mister.
thanks, shel.
what a sweet little surprise that people are still checking out a week old post-- especially a poem!
I particularly like the image of one dissolving into another. Makes one enter into the image. Nice.
although all methods are fairly invasive, i imagine.