Sweet Nothings.

[shoelace009.livejournal.com]

I am toying with whether I prefer this as poetry or prose. I'm unsure.

I suppressed a grin as he whispered sweet nothings in nearly silent breaths which tickled my ear, setting alert every nerve along my neckline. I call them sweet nothings because that's what they were. So sugary you could hardly have such a thing every day but wonderful nonetheless. Nothings because no sooner than they had rolled off his tongue and passed in manipulative waves across his lips, had they deserted the threshold of his mind, ceasing to exist. He instilled in me a sourceless feeling that lost its purpose as soon as it was conceived.

I suppressed a grin
as he whispered sweet nothings
in nearly silent breaths
which tickled my ear,
setting alert every nerve along my neckline.

I call them sweet nothings
because that's what they were.
So sugary
you could hardly have such a thing every day
but wonderful nonetheless.
Nothings
because no sooner than they had rolled off his tongue
and passed in manipulative waves across his lips,
had they deserted the threshold of his mind,
ceasing to exist.
He instilled in me a sourceless feeling
that lost its purpose as soon as it was conceived.

Comments

Definitely Prose

[magaly-guerrero.livejournal.com]

In the prose form, I can see it, feel it without pause. It flows. The poetry, I'm not so sure. Then again, my opinion might be bias, for I prefer prose above all else.

Re: Definitely Prose

[shoelace009.livejournal.com]

Same here =].

Re: Definitely Prose

[magaly-guerrero.livejournal.com]

The decision is made then! LOL