Reanimated Lavender Granola Switchblade Nun rides again.

Tuesday, August 12, 2008

The Invitation


Come into my dream

At your own peril--

I'm not feeling so dainty today.


I'm sick of little doilies

And teacups in the afternoon.


I'd like to see your bones, dear,

Please boil yourself clean

In this pot.


Come into my dream,

Come into my garden--

Filled with sylphs and saints,

Snakes and stinkweed.


Here's a little hard-backed chair.

Here's a little bible.


My dream

My rules

My way.


It has been such a long, long night;

Oh, you better hope

The day comes soon.

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7 comments:

  1. Sexy and Scary... I like it, a lot!

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  2. This one I truly love, appeals to the exotic in me. *smile* Very sexy. Very well done.

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  3. Mmmm.. I wouldn't want to be in his/her place...:) Love the poem though.

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  4. Wow, a girl turns her back for a few minutes and look at all the comments! Woohoo!

    Marty, thank you, and welcome to the Word Garden! Please come visit any time!

    OK, Nikki, I'm going to try hard not to look *quite* as pleased as I am at your comment. :-)

    No, Wordcrafter my friend, you would definitely not want to do that. I'm in facade-busting mode! Thanks for reading and commenting, as always.

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  5. Anything, almost, to please ya, luv!! *smile* Of course, being able to tell the absolute truth is also helpful. *smile*

    Hugs,

    Nikki

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  6. ooOOo! I'm frightened! and a bit
    thrilled at this voice. Excellent.

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