Capturing Her Brain Cells (poem) by E T Waldron on AuthorsDen

Capturing Her Brain Cells
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An Escher Graphic He wove his wily way into her thoughts Capturing her brain cells Causing her to see only his image As he raped her mind The full fancy of his furtive imagination Seeped into her cerebrum Every iota of brain waves began to pulse At his pace As his intentions continued he began to Usurp her memories Leaving only those that were of him, he chose the favorable ones Her body began to hum in synche with His rhythms Romantic ideas started filling her mind Causing uncanny sensations She couldn't identify what she was feeling As if her body was making love to itself Soon they were in the throes of feverish passion But only her brain new it Her body lay still as it had lost the cells that Told it what to do He realized he had messed up somwhere Frantically trying to retrace and repair She lay there totally paralyzed with only thoughts Of him in her brain...as usual Nothing had really changed for her

Reviewed by jude forese

Reviewed on November 27, 2005

the continuity of thoughts flow powerfully into each other ... a very nice psychological thriller ...

Reviewed by White Dove left (Reader)

Beautiful as always Eileen.. Keep sharing these masterpieces..

Reviewed by Chanti Niven

Eileen, this is so compelling and yet also so disturbing. I wonder if I don't have this malaise because my thoughts are completely absorbed by the love in my life. The only difference being that my whole body is involved in it. ;-) Great write!
Chanti

Reviewed by Ronald Hull

Now, this is an eerie one. I think lobe does that--blocks out all logic--separates the mind from the body. When it is mutual it is heavenly, when one-sided, hell.

Ron

Reviewed by Dawn Richerson

uh huh ... somethin' like this happened to me. I am fascinated by your insight into human personality based on these Escher graphics, Eileen. when any of us attempts to carve out someone or make them in our own image, we wind up feeling hollowed out, having created a monster. think I'll save my comments for becoming the monster for a good poem as my brain is empty of all else at present. Dawn

Reviewed by Mr. Ed

A most interesting poem, especially that last line.

Reviewed by Kate Clifford (Reader)

Very insightful write.

Reviewed by Jerry Bolton (Reader)

Stepford wife burnout?

But only her brain [new] it

Reviewed by Ed Matlack

Sounds as if he is building a perfect mate...though to be perfect she has to be on the same plain as he...Ed & Rufuz (w00f)