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Posted by alphadog1 on December 23, 2011 - 15:35

padding silently,
so dark brown its almost black as night;
with its feelers outstretched,
every step is cautious careful delicate.
Then it waits...
before moving rhythmically once more.
Everything it does has purpose,
the wait, the tapping as it tenderly traps.
Its my voice that gives it movement.
while reading and pondering Lawrence's "snake",
I sense a subtle similarity;
as I feel it looking down,
and sense it crawling through my hair,
leaving icy ripples down my back;
I can feel it waiting
for me to conclude...
and so carefully... leave the room.

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scratch | December 24, 2011 - 11:19

I like this Alphadog and I don't even know why! Haunting and frightening. I read it last night late on and had to come back for seconds. Thanks and merry Christmas.

Highhat | December 24, 2011 - 14:26

Yes a bit creepy- I thought of a spider- very well written...

;)Pia

alphadog1 | December 31, 2011 - 20:26

spot on Pia ;0) and this is a personal one for you.

Oh those mistletoe wishes.

Above its lightly scented echo,
gives a rush of blood to my head.
I feel my breath quickening
As our lips just barely touch...
To then discreetly pass...
leaving in my heart
A half enacted secret desire,
That slowly plumps,
and then, like a whispered ghost,
slides delicately past.

xoxox

I have never been kissed under mistletoe before I thought I'd snatch one ;0) Happy new Year Pia.