Blue Sun Room FICTION - ROMANCE

Stones in My Head

Monday, November 20, 2006

M/I
<br>Belongs to somebody not me. Blah blah blah, yackety schmackety.
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CATEGORY: FICTION    TIMES READ: 2378    RATING: 9.0 (PG13)    SERIES: FIREFLY

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Dear Buddha, make me a stone.

Make me not smell the others on her. Heat and lust and ownership, clinging on her skin.

Make me not hear their sounds inside my head as they get in their thrusts. Make me not hear hers.

Make me not taste their sweat on her. Bitter and acrid on my tounge in all her secret spots that are supposed to be just for me.

Make me not see the marks they leave on her perfect skin. Make me not want to leave my own so that they know who she really belongs with.

Make me not trace those marks with my fingertips. Wanting to damage them for the damage they do to her.

Dear Buddha, make me a stone. Make me not care.

Comments
Monday, 20 November 2006 11:33
Ow, poor Mal! Too in love to be able to walk away, and caring too much to ignore the evidence that for all she may say she his she isn't really. Only for the moment they share and no more. Ali D
You can't take the sky from me
Tuesday, 21 November 2006 21:04
I'm not a big poetry fan, but I really liked this look inside Mal's head. He just can't get over the fact that what Inara does with her clients in no way affects her feelings for him. But still ... a beautiful piece of insight.
Sunday, 26 November 2006 22:53
Loving spoke word poerty, this is just wonderful. I agree with Tamsibling, the insight is amazing. The pain of never having what you truly need is well spoken here. Great work!
Friday, 29 December 2006 22:30
Really well done. Expertly crafted.

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