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stonepicnicking_okapiTitle: Acidic
Fandom: Carmilla [book, J. Sheridan Le Fanu]
Rating: Teen
Pairing: Laura/Carmilla
Warning/Notes: Frottage. Vampires.
Poetic form: Spenserian stanza x 4.
Length: 272
No. of lines: 36
Prompt: Acidic
Also: 100 Fandoms .052: quell and Day 27: 2019 Merry Month of Masturbation.
Summary: Laura cannot rid herself of the memory of the vampire Carmilla.
Eight years have passed. ‘And still!’ my echoed groan.
Her touch, her sigh, the stuff of reverie
not etched, engraved, or chiseled as in stone,
but burnt by some acidic alchemy.
She lives in me, and shall, eternally.
I wake. Carmilla, oath and shibboleth,
divides the who I am from who they see;
I roll atop a pillow, catch her breath,
and offer her myself, my joy, my little death.
I rut, remembering her perfumed hair,
her face, her cryptic speech, her pledges sweet,
her gaze which held me fast and stripped me bare.
My curse allows no remedy, retreat;
I follow, shepherd to the lost lamb’s bleat.
I soil my sex against a cloth pristine
and think of her embrace, her moods effete;
twixt fits of pique and languor haute serene,
she was unreadable, my heart own’s Faerie Queen.
Obeying, irresistible as law,
at last, I satisfy my appetite,
recalling well her silent kiss, the draw
of languid beauty bathed in phantom light
My wicked, wanton lust begs no respite,
resumes its rut in search of apogee.
Carmilla’s memory, her lovesick bite
have fixed the nature of true ecstasy:
two needles in my breast. Beloved agony.
Will nothing quell this urge? I oft despair.
Why don’t the years, the distance bring relief?
Why even dates on tombstones seem to wear!
But not my wretched weakness nor my grief.
How dewy fresh this need, it begs belief.
I moan. I pray. Why can I not ignore
her melancholy fire, her leitmotif
which scar my ears, my breasts, which I abhor—
but wait, what do I hear? Is that her at the door?
Fandom: Carmilla [book, J. Sheridan Le Fanu]
Rating: Teen
Pairing: Laura/Carmilla
Warning/Notes: Frottage. Vampires.
Poetic form: Spenserian stanza x 4.
Length: 272
No. of lines: 36
Prompt: Acidic
Also: 100 Fandoms .052: quell and Day 27: 2019 Merry Month of Masturbation.
Summary: Laura cannot rid herself of the memory of the vampire Carmilla.
Eight years have passed. ‘And still!’ my echoed groan.
Her touch, her sigh, the stuff of reverie
not etched, engraved, or chiseled as in stone,
but burnt by some acidic alchemy.
She lives in me, and shall, eternally.
I wake. Carmilla, oath and shibboleth,
divides the who I am from who they see;
I roll atop a pillow, catch her breath,
and offer her myself, my joy, my little death.
I rut, remembering her perfumed hair,
her face, her cryptic speech, her pledges sweet,
her gaze which held me fast and stripped me bare.
My curse allows no remedy, retreat;
I follow, shepherd to the lost lamb’s bleat.
I soil my sex against a cloth pristine
and think of her embrace, her moods effete;
twixt fits of pique and languor haute serene,
she was unreadable, my heart own’s Faerie Queen.
Obeying, irresistible as law,
at last, I satisfy my appetite,
recalling well her silent kiss, the draw
of languid beauty bathed in phantom light
My wicked, wanton lust begs no respite,
resumes its rut in search of apogee.
Carmilla’s memory, her lovesick bite
have fixed the nature of true ecstasy:
two needles in my breast. Beloved agony.
Will nothing quell this urge? I oft despair.
Why don’t the years, the distance bring relief?
Why even dates on tombstones seem to wear!
But not my wretched weakness nor my grief.
How dewy fresh this need, it begs belief.
I moan. I pray. Why can I not ignore
her melancholy fire, her leitmotif
which scar my ears, my breasts, which I abhor—
but wait, what do I hear? Is that her at the door?
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Date: 2019-05-28 08:56 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2019-05-28 11:42 am (UTC)I don't know that I would recommend it to you, unless, of course, you had a square on your book bingo for 'Victorian Vampires with Homoerotic Subtext' and Dracula was too long :)
But in addition to a MMOM post, it completes my third Yahtzee roll. And since I've done all 3 poetry categories and the challenge ends June 15, I'm done with that.
It also brings me up to 48 fandoms in 100 fandoms. I so wanted to reach 50 by the end of the month, but I think that's unlikely. The very easy reaches are all exhausted and now it's a question of consuming new media, which takes time.