September 19, 2003
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Note to Me:
Erica Jong before dreaming is a dangerous thing ... worse than ice cream with fudge and cherries, far far worse than Seinfeld reruns. I dozed off last night with this poem in my mind:
The Demon Lover
Unable to bear the falsehoods -
the girls calling up
each time you came
to my bed -
I fled
and now I dream of you
knowing you are
dreaming of me,
knowing we will always be
each other's muse, forbidden lover,
witch and warlock
joined by a filament of flesh
lover through the looking glass.
I dream of you
as the witch beside her husband's hearth
dreams of the grandmaster
of the coven,
dreams of burning stones
that sting the flesh,
while her husband
strokes her rump,
muttering words
of tame domestic love.
You are my demon,
the devil in my flesh,
the wild child,
the boys with eyes of flame,
the bad seed I took
into my body,
the infected needle
I craved
more deeply
than health.
On every seashore
I see you waving your arms
out fo the whitecaps
as you drown
only to be reborn
in the foam
between my legs.
In every bed
you appear, sexual dybukk,
mocking my lovers
with your twinkling blue eyes
and the crooked caned of your cock
smeilling of the pit.
You are trouble, double trouble,
triple trouble,
the wrecker of peace,
but you make
my cauldron boil.
I dream of you always
as I lie
in teh sheltering arms
of another.
I dream of you
as the condemned witch
dreams of her end
at the stake,
when, lashed to the burning pole,
she will offer up her flesh
to become smoke,
her hair to become ash,
her soul to be carried away
on the wings of the air,
marrying, marrying, marrying
the final fire.
Erica Jong
Comments (14)
She had a terrific way of imaging words to the mind
Oh my,
reborn
in the foam
between my legs.
Sweet dreams tonight!
I think I need a shower...got all sweaty working in the yard...yeah...that's the reason...
Oooh -- brill poem! And yeah, I can see why that would be. . .inspiring. . .
Xanga sure is sizzling today! Oooof!! Thank goodness for pantiliners!
:moon: :femmeblnd:
:lip_kiss:
Oh my, where did you get that amazing poem? Does Jong have a book of poetry? I must know! :2beers:
DAMN!!!
As i read that poem i thought YOU were finally thinking of how INTENSE it would be when i finally get to :lip_kiss: those desirous LIPS beneath your hips
...i'm so hard now at the thought of consumating our verboten love that i can't wait to impale you with my muscle of LOVE...you KNOW how much i want YOOU to cum in my face...mmmmmmm, YOU are such a tease...can't write no more, got to do what all your TRUE lovers do when they can't be with YOU!!!
i sure hope masturbation is not as big a sin as they said it was in Catholic school
you have no idea what it means to me that you posted this today.
:heart:
wooow! i loooooove it! thanks so much for posting...i'll definitely have to get a book of hers! :smoke: :2beers: :spam:
:nanana: Goodness! lol
Dah! The boys with the eyes of flame....dawg...
I once screwed someone I didn't know cos of reading Erica Jong's fear of flying. So as far as I am concerned, she is always dangerous reading!
All the most irreverant thoughts occured to me reading that poem. Especially when I got to 'filament of flesh'. Spluttered over coffee. Morning mood. Please forgive. I'll stop now.... :clown:
Oh MY!
Personally, I love dreaming in her words!
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