Just to prove it...

[lyssie]

I suck at poetry.

See?

She moved like quicksilver
pouring down a slope
Silver and sleek
liquid movement made flesh

He crept along, matching
not matching,
always reaching to
match her grace

Stopping for him
took too long too
often
others enchanted
the stars

Left him bereft
cleft by
something he shouldn't
feel
couldn't.

And the Slayer
laughed, made fun
threw it back
in his face

Hunted, hunter
prey, killer
owl, hawk
tried to talk

No explanation
enough

Lust is a funny thing
it hits anyone
no matter who they should
be grooving with

She should know
the stars seduced her
long ago

--

There. Bah.

Song of the moment "#1 Crush" Garbage