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A light romantic thriller in verse

 
 
astrojax69
22:21 / 17.01.05

her lips she gave to me (- a light romantic thriller)


she gave to me her lips
perhaps she wants them back
she gave them to me red
i’ve had them re-done black

she gave to me her lips
so now i’m not alone
she gave them in a café
i left them by the phone

she gave to me her lips
which i smeared with latte froth
if i returned them now
i’d surely earn her wrath

she gave to me her lips
i took them as a set
she gave them to me dry
i’ve gone and made them wet

she gave to me her lips
she sent them though the post
i like her lips a lot
but her company i crave most

she gave to me her lips
i received them in my mail
and if i am arrested
i’ll offer them as bail

she gave to me her lips
in time i may return them
i’ve really done no labour
for which i’d claim to earn them

she gave to me her lips
and set my brain ablaze
these mental fires dance
for days and days and days

she gave to me her lips
i screamed in exultation
and toasted my marshmallows
in the corollary conflagration

she gave to me her lips
i took them full of hope
she only lent them to me, though,
while she rinsed her mouth with soap

she gave to me her lips
and night turned into day
until it struck me suddenly:
she gave her lips away!

she gave to me her lips
as though they were religion
but i reject all forms of god
so fed them to my pigeon

she gave to me her lips
then mourned at once their loss
i bear their weight about my neck
my soft red albatross

she gave to me her lips
this took me by surprise
she never gave me anything
i’d had enough of lies

she gave to me her lips
i had them for my dinner
on a diet of her flesh alone
i surely should grow thinner

she gave to me her lips
i hope there shall be time
to savour all their flavour
and this not to be a crime

she gave to me her lips
i thought at once ‘how odd’
so should i stay upon my path
or tread where she has trod?

she gave to me her lips
while i sat in a chair
to contemplate transcendence
of my path from here to where

she gave to me her lips
arranged so on a table
now i choose to move them
i find am unable

she gave to me her lips
she gave them on the floor
she gave her lips one time
i wanted one time more

she gave to me her lips
the first time without thinking
the second in a moment
through which we both were sinking

she gave to me her lips
with no time for revision
until she gives me evidence
i’m bound by her decision

she gave to me her lips
i’d guessed before she wouldn’t
and if i’d asked her outright
she’d have warned me that i shouldn’t

she gave to me her lips
this seems so very clear
perhaps though i’m mistaken
and delusion draws me here?

she gave to me her lips
i put them in my pocket
now that’s a fine conundrum;
but i cannot unlock it

she gave to me her lips
like saffron in a sauce,
or refuge from a downpour -
you make your choice, of course

she gave to me her lips
and though i raised my voice
she gave her lips too willingly
and not against her choice

she gave to me her lips
amid all this pollution,
this detritus of my problems,
she gave me the solution

she gave to me her lips
well that is all i need
she just stands there, sphynx-like:
if i cut her, will i bleed?

she gave to me her lips
it nearly bloody killed me
but when i found i had them
it overwhelming thrilled me

she gave to me her lips
i tried to understand
she gave them as a promise
i took them as command

she gave to me her lips
with which she’d sung her blues
perhaps she always meant them
as a sign i’d be her muse

she gave to me her lips
though this was quite forbidden
they opened up a gaping wound
i’d hoped would stay well hidden

she gave to me her lips
and no mere imitation
they shone, they beckoned sweetly
like a spider’s invitation

she gave to me her lips
i took them for a swim
they took me to their church
where they sang to me their hymn

she gave to me her lips
like may becoming june
soon after early august
a christmas come too soon

she gave to me her lips
this is no idle boast:
i quietly devoured them
my honey wine and toast

she gave to me her lips
they rest here in my hand
i’m saddened by the thought
one day we’ll both be sand

she gave to me her lips
my mouth now dry as ash
the time is ground-point zero
a kiss: a searing flash!

she gave to me her lips
i made of them a cast
and shrunk myself within them
for they’re landscapes, rich and vast

she gave to me her lips
that i might hope to treasure
though i gave her back a set of scales
i’ll never have her measure

she gave to me her lips
how could i accept?
she seems so self-assured
while i feel so inept

she gave to me her lips
so how now can she smile?
do i keep her lips forever
or did she give them for a while?

she gave to me her lips
her heart, though, was unmoved
i petitioned for her eyeballs
but this was not approved

she gave to me her lips
the rest fell into place
i stood ready just to catch her
she stood still, just in case

she gave to me her lips
ah, now i understand
she gave to me her lips
when i wouldn’t take her hand

she gave to me her lips
i gave to her my hand
‘too late, too late’ she smiled;
i’ll never understand

she gave to me her lips
then thought i had mislaid them
i thought them pretty instruments
and so they were – i’ve played them

she gave to me her lips
what now shall i do?
she gave the lips to me
i can’t give them to you

she gave to me her lips
but i can’t call them mine
so rich in information
i couldn’t read their sign

she gave to me her lips
i’d never understood:
logic only binds us;
emotions make us good

she gave to me her lips
perhaps its only art
i don’t know much about that
but i hung them in my heart

she gave to me her lips
i took it on the chin
perhaps a little higher
would be the best place to begin

she gave to me her lips
enclosed within a card
the text said, simply, ‘love ya’
the sub-text; that’s too hard

she gave to me her lips
i saw in just a minute
the gesture fed confusion’s sea
and i was swimming in it

she gave to me her lips
she gave them with abandon
i don’t believe it was something
she had entirely planned on

she gave to me her lips
in this she gave so much
i am allowed to look at them
but not allowed to touch

she gave to me her lips
what would her other say?
as if a gesture on its own
could give as much away

she’ll give to me her lips
as new light dawns with frost
she gives them to me freely
until we count our cost

she gave to me her lips
there is no more to tell
i’d surely give them back
if they freed me from my cell
 
 
ONLY NICE THINGS
09:11 / 20.01.05
Well, I realise that this rather strikes at the heart of the poem, but why the anastrophe in the first line? It doesn't have to rhyme with anything, which is the usual reason for poetic anastrophe, and the advantages of the second reason - to place the emphasis on "lips" - I don't think flies when you're repeating the phrase so many times.

More generally, I come back to the endless question of what this is for, and whether what it is successfully achieves this goal? It's described as a light romantic thriller, but there doesn't seem to be a progression - there's no plot, which is something thrillers need. She has provided lips. He has received them. This may be metaphorical or literal. He may be in jail. As a complete light-hearted romantic thriller, it's opaque. As an opening chapter, it could work, but I'd suggest possibly losing about 30-40 verses.

Rhyme and scansion. It is possible to write "novels" in verse - see, say, Dorothy Porter's "The Monkey's Mask". It is even possible to write "novels" in rhyming couplets, although not fashionable - the Augustans used to pull shit like that. However, they do tend to draw attention to flaws quite seriously - most obviously, unforced variations in scansion and forced fourth lines. Again, this is something pruning the weaker quatrains would help a lot with.

So, yeah. Is this intended to be a prologue, or a complete piece? Is it meant to be a romantic thriller, or a poem? What's it for?
 
 
astrojax69
19:48 / 20.01.05
well it really just seemed to come out 'cause it wanted to, haus. it seems to have dried up now and by the time it got to about 35 stanzas (in a gallop from 23 the moment before!) i realised i'd have to edit it back some time to maybe 20 - 25 stanzas... so yes, agreed there.

hadn't at all thought about a novel - though yes, wasn't 'monkey mask' well done! don't quite think of the idea in this way, but maybe i might....? hmmmm... [prob'ly not just now - am trying to get a different novel out]

and the first line reads aloud rather well, i think (which is what struck me first on a bicycle ride home in a light summer shower a while ago), and so i think it will be best placed as a performance piece... i did actually read a version which a mate recorded and put some music to, but it was even less developed then. still, t'was he suggested i have some good pieces to take to festivals, mebbe... 's a thought?

as for plot, well, i think it is in there somewhere... the progression of first thrill at what has happened (also a double edge to what has happened, two possible takes - two actual kisses or lips given in a card) to realisation of some [not wholly unpleasureable] entrapment to some avenues of resolution - with some hints as to the couple involved and something of who they are... and i certainly want there to be some patently absurd comical moments that are the 'light' but neither the 'romantic' nor 'thriller' to throw you off track at times...

anyway, that's the intent! but yes, it is all rather obtruse at the moment and needs a good deal of work... just wanted to see what reaction i got to some of the allusions in various stanzas and see what people make of it - obviously with these things i am too deep inside what i am describing and so am rather keen to see if it actually makes the sense i want it to make to anyone else! and as i said, it so flooded out of me rilke-like that i had to show someone!!

cheers again your response - do you do lit theory/crit for a job?? you're very insightful and reasoned. : )
 
 
modern maenad
15:53 / 22.01.05
astrojax69 - i really love some of these stanzas, and was about to cut and paste my favourite ones then thought I should really ask you first, before fiddling around with your work....would that be OK, then I can say what I most enjoy about them (I could also give a bit of feedback on some of the ones that don't seem to gel so well to my mind/ear)?
 
 
astrojax69
19:05 / 23.01.05
sure mm - cut and paste away... be happy to hear your responses (and indeed to know which stanzas you c&p'd!)

: )
 
  
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