First Contact  

marvelcomic66 49F
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4/29/2005 7:11 pm

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3/5/2006 9:27 pm

First Contact


Blindfolded perfect stranger
Led straight to my room.
My playground tilt-a-wheel,
see-saw and shoe strings.
Undresses nicely,
the packaged gift of obedience.
Nourishes my soul
unwittingly and without contempt.
Devouring my mouth,
Shocked at the secret submission of self
To that which captures my imagination.
Meaningless now meaning,
Where emptiness resided
Now clings tightly to the minds eye.
Black and staring back to mine
a gaze so full that now I hunger.
Unsatiated thirst drowns me
Realizing the loss that cannot
be claimed as mine but for the memory

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