DISCLAIMER: The authoress will not hold herself responsible for any uncomfortable interpretations made of her poetry. They are just that. Interpretations. The authoress meant one thing, but after a hundred thousand read-overs, it struck her how else this poem could be taken and it scared her.
But she doesn�t want to withhold a piece of her art, simply because the meaning could be mangled. But she doesn�t care to explain her art either. Art is not just how the author intends, but how it�s interpreted outside of the author�s knowledge�
So wait, does that mean, knowing full well how this could be taken, I shouldn�t have posted it?
Oh dear, I�m so confused. Let�s just post it anyway, and see what comes.
This poem is a lot more intuitive, abstract, and symbolic than it seems outwardly...it seems to say one thing, when it's saying another...
I don�t know whose cherry coke I�m drinking�
And I don�t know whose words I�m writing�
A poem by me
A sweet endearment
A pink blush
And a delighted smile betrays the twinkle in downcast eyes
A rapidly pounding heart
A quiver of desire
And forbidden touches hover on fingertips like butterflies
A rhapsodic flood
A provisional dam
And the slight tremble of a chaste lip poses a Herculean threat
A whispered wish
A shared breath
And the enchanting veil portends a rip
A heart rending gaze
A soft, slow sigh
And souls exchange kisses in the captivating tension of prohibited lovers' eyes