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According to various people around the Internet, it is currently NaPoWriMo, the poetry equivalent of NaNo. As such, I've made a slightly spur-of-the-moment decision to write at least one poem per day, which is the idea. This one is highly hurried and technically written mostly on the second, but whatever, it counts. It is also the second poem of the day, sort of, since I wrote most of a noir-influenced Wizard-of-Oz conceit thing and then cleverly left it unavailable to me until Monday. Hence, this, which resulted from dropsofviolet's post saying that "naked" was the prompt for today, which sparked off one of my favorite lines from Firefly: "I've seen you without clothes. Never thought I'd see you naked." The result is... slightly outside my comfort zone, but I don't think it's horrible.
All the Ways to See
She’s fucked you senseless time and time,
on alley-brick, on grimy tile,
arching her back against the grit,
coming with that killer’s smile.
She’s pulled the buttons from her shirt,
licked her lips, beckoned you on,
hiked her skirt around her hips,
or zipper scratching on your palm.
Now in your bedroom, curtains closed,
Her dress slips off, her eyes are bright,
“I promise you there’s nothing wrong,
No, I think it’s finally right.”
All the Ways to See
She’s fucked you senseless time and time,
on alley-brick, on grimy tile,
arching her back against the grit,
coming with that killer’s smile.
She’s pulled the buttons from her shirt,
licked her lips, beckoned you on,
hiked her skirt around her hips,
or zipper scratching on your palm.
Now in your bedroom, curtains closed,
Her dress slips off, her eyes are bright,
“I promise you there’s nothing wrong,
No, I think it’s finally right.”