Title: Danger You’re In
Author: Kelandris the Mad
Rating: R for adult topics, implied lesbianism, implied homicide. Songfic and poemfic. (What??)
Status: posted 30 November 2004
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Series/Sequels: To a poemfic?
Notes: Weirdest thing I’ve yet written and that takes into account stuph like "Poppies Poppies Poppies!" Original poem set to Mercy’s life, I suppose, based around the beat of the song.
Summary: Mercy reflects on how much easier her life would be if people came with taps and an endless supply of her favorite drinkable.
Warnings: As stated under Rating--implied lesbianism, homicidal urges, implied vampirism. Plus the meter’s very strange in spots.
"Danger You’re In"
by Kelandris the Mad
*I’m in the drink for love
And I want to drink your love
Swimmin’ a swim in the suds
I want to drink your blood*
Tickle the feet and tickle under the chin
Oh my pretty little girl, do you know what level
Of mess you’re in?
I can tell you, I can set you free
Or I can pull you down to cuddle up next to me
Little kitten, do you even know
What danger you’re in?
*Up like a rocket, down like the rain
Back and forth like a choo-choo train
I have a secret that just won’t keep*
I creep in while you sleep
And plant acres of kisses across your cheeks
Scrape my fangs across your skin so bare
Revel in the feel of your satin underwear
I bought you at that trendy little shop
South of Soho
Oh, little baby, oh, if you were to ever know
How much I dream of you scheme for you cream for you
Just thinking of your skin
And within
Crimson and scarlet and ruby within
Your skin
*Butterfly kisses
And the taste of delicious
I’d like to sip the sap from your tree
And the honey in the tea
Dripping amber drops
Patiently*
And I ensnare you, never prepare you
For the feast to come
I’d like to consume you, exhume you
And do it all again
But if I drink you to the final drop
There’ll be no dancing on the star-stream
While I stare at the glory of your hair, your eyes,
Your lovely black dress with the bat wings
Oh, restraint is so unlovely on me
*I’m in the drink for love
I wanna drink your love
Squishin’ toes in the mud
I wanna drink your blood*
Let’s go swimming, let’s go to the river’s edge
Walk down the bank that’s draped
In moss and sedge
I’ll push you in, you’ll scream for my aid
And I’ll taste you at last like lemonade
Buzzing on the tongue, soft and sweet
Adrenaline running electric through the copper heat
And all you have to do is act surprised
*Caught a snowflake on my tongue
A feathery crystal in the flavor of gum
Dropping clouds fallin’ fast
Are you going to try some while they last?
Once the birds have migrated
Come spring twitter painted
Up the river, I journey on
‘cause this salmon is ready to spawn*
oh, my lovely little maid, if you only knew
how much I dream of consuming you
this is why I date the dead
they don’t disagree
when I’m tempted towards homicide
they let it slide
and it doesn’t help that you look so edible
sheet half-thrown off, and not even the sunlight to stop me
creeping up the counterpane running
fingers up your thigh
my oh my, and what would it be like
to throw you open and sink my fangs *there*
where just an instant of distraction
could put you out of the action for good?
Oh, precious one, if you only understood
*if you have some swimming lessons
it would make it easier*
and someday might break the fever
until then, tomorrow I send you home
and never lick between your breasts again
just to feel your heart beat fast
because I want it to beat its last
as I drink you, drink you, drink you in
contemplating sin can be draining
it’s no fun
when the prey’s so beautiful and so entertaining
to kill you would be more pity
than crime
any time
so yes, my girl, though you should know
how close Death came to closing your show
I’ll just leave you here with a rose
on your pillow
END
(Song is Barenaked Ladies’ "In the Drink". Poem is original, written Monday, 26 November 2001.)
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Kelandris the Mad
roses and perfume and supple flesh, yes
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