Message-ID: <35220asstr$1013487005@assm.asstr-mirror.org> Return-Path: X-Original-Path: corp.supernews.com!not-for-mail From: "celia batau" X-Original-Message-ID: <1013480214.402072@news2.bigplanet.com> X-Priority: 3 X-MSMail-Priority: Normal X-MimeOLE: Produced By Microsoft MimeOLE V6.00.2600.0000 Cache-Post-Path: news2.bigplanet.com!unknown@1cust85.tnt13.lax3.da.uu.net X-Cache: nntpcache 2.3.3 (see http://www.nntpcache.org/) X-ASSTR-Original-Date: Mon, 11 Feb 2002 17:51:51 -0800 Subject: {ASSM} Unspoken Moment 81006288 {celia batau} (MF poem) Date: Mon, 11 Feb 2002 23:10:05 -0500 Path: assm.asstr-mirror.org!not-for-mail Approved: Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories.moderated,alt.sex.stories Followup-To: alt.sex.stories.d X-Archived-At: X-Moderator-Contact: ASSTR ASSM moderation X-Story-Submission: X-Moderator-ID: newsman, hecate hi everyone! yes, this poem has no punctuation. :) note: copyright 2002 celia batau. you may copy this story for personal use so long as the author's name and this note are retained. permission to copy, distribute, or display this work is not given to any website which charges access to it. permission to copy, distribute, or display this work is given to "no charge" websites with written consent of author. If you like this story or have any comments, please email us at pinataheart@bigplanet.com. -cb Unspoken Moment 81006288 celia batau, (C)2002 We open doors with our teeth Feel the slimy mud river play though our veins Like salmon Like inevitable disease Cold crustaceans Folding their shells Like somnambulant serpents Waiting for the day Waiting for the hour the Inevitable need Inevitable greed Pushes us home Wake up dragons The milks flowing Beneath the door Uncoil in my belly Beautiful chimera Welcome them home Just by chance Just by choice However this beautiful budding Sensitive dream fulfills its desire In me This fluttering pulse beneath my belly, So sweet so deep stirring memories Of primeval seas And the sharp kiss of air How could I not kiss you Catching our colds Letting go our reason Flooding the fields Building a home between the reeds Unraveling as it does In its nature Unconcerned in whole To my sweet Ancient desire To nurture these unruly gods And to succumb to my fate And my faith In eternity. -- celia batau's story site: http://www.myplanet.net/pinataheart/stories.htm. -- Pursuant to the Berne Convention, this work is copyright with all rights reserved by its author unless explicitly indicated. +---------------------------------------------------------------------------+ | alt.sex.stories.moderated ----- send stories to: | | FAQ: Moderator: | +---------------------------------------------------------------------------+ |Archive: Hosted by Alt.Sex.Stories Text Repository | |, an entity supported entirely by donations. | +---------------------------------------------------------------------------+