finally.

A Poem by i.am.the.sun.

talking to someone and trying to help them write (while having a slight case of writers block... not such a bright idea) i made an example - what you're about to read. it started out as "okay, write a letter to someone about anything, just make everything sound a little bigger, a little drippier, a little more painful, a little more of whatever it is no matter what it is." then step two was "okay, then go over it and rip out every line that you don't need to get the idea of what's happening across. anything extra, extra sentences, paragraphs, tangents, words, etc. whatever isn't nessesary." then the third step was "then go back over it again and change what you have left to work a little better with what you have, no doubt it will be pretty choppy. depending on how much you do this or how many times you repeat this step you could have something super smooth or something that's choppy but works. or maybe the chop is what makes it work? who knows. don't be afraid to add something that seems to fit either." so while making an example this is what i came up with. i'm not sure if i like it, but knowing what it came from there's some parts in it that i really like. the crawling into eachother's skin is one of those parts.

i've seen you before

you've walked through my thoughts

my dreams

but you fade away

at every attempt to recall.

but there you were

twisting,

writhing,

moving your body in ways i couldn't imagine.

sound flowing around you,

through you,

enveloping me,

bringing us closer.

we needed no introduction.

the looks i gave you

the looks you gave me

we were two animals

violent and reeling

caged with a flock.

we had to get out,

we were only wolves in sheeps clothing.

over the howling of the wind

and the under the light of the moon

we crept.

we freed ourselves,

liberated eachother,

you cast off your skin

in wild celebration

and crawled in mine.

your lips at my ear..

the words you said..

the spark between us burning so bright

our shadows were cast fast

against the new walls that surrounded us...

howling,

we were finally ourselves,

finally alone,

finally primal.

© 2011 i.am.the.sun.

Author's Note

not a serious write. i like the idea by the end of it but i don't think i can go anywhere with it. was trying to show a friend a way to write that might work for her.