#shut up and swallow~ October 1st, 2007 ~

Look at me
Look at the place you think my eyes should be
Look at the distance between us, you can touch it really
With your giant hands, bigger than it can be
Bigger than the Sun, smaller than a neuron in my head under my skin

My transparent skin

Between us millimetres you can count them
You will never feel my shiver
Never put your wicked tongue in my mouth




And every your invisible touch is a scratching at my ear-drums.

I keep mum. And never… Never…

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  1. VanMan said,

    on October 1st, 2007 at 11:17 pm

    Interesting poem there, Chroma. Is that what you feel when you meet someone when you’re wearing your zentai?

  2. CTPAHHuK said,

    on October 2nd, 2007 at 9:35 pm

    Эх, но ведь кто-то все-таки касается тебя и чувствует твое тело. Кто может целовать тебя через зейнтай. Кто-то может…
    “Никогда не говори никогда”(с) :) Все в этом мире бывает когда-то :)

  3. ChromaKey said,

    on October 2nd, 2007 at 10:22 pm

    thoughts and feelings

    ничего он не может.

  4. CTPAHHuK said,

    on October 3rd, 2007 at 10:20 pm

    Тебе виднее, но мне хотелось бы думать иначе ;) Хотя, скорее всего это только мне так хочется, чтобы было, но тут уж я ничего поделать не могу и с “никогда” никогда не смирюсь :)))
    От я туфтолог :D

  5. Billy said,

    on October 4th, 2007 at 9:53 pm

    Оооо. Хорошо-то как….

  6. on October 6th, 2007 at 9:17 pm

    What a teasing little composition. :) I am intrigued by the neuron line. Was that just chosen for effect, or are you yet another scientist? (Aurora, or so I’m led to believe, is a physicist, and then there’s that psychologist / sociologist doing the social experiment on the Suya Zentai forum…)

    It seems that of the female population, only lady scientists ever get interested in zentai… which should give me some cause for hope, as my fiancé is a psychology major. ;)

  7. pixelscan said,

    on October 15th, 2007 at 1:35 am

    I’ve read this poem several times and can’t discern an exact meaning.

    On one side, the comparison between the Sun and a neuron could refer to extra-dimensional superstring-type theory. Perhaps she’s stating that we are all made of the same material, and that ultimately we’re just components of the same unified being. Since we’re really just vibrating warps of the space-time ether, then I am her, and she is me. Our skin is transparent, and the distance between us is irrelevant.

    On the other side, maybe she’s thinking of becoming a zentai suit, kind of like the story “Finding Herself” that Eternally Lost wrote. The line “invisible touch is scratching at my ear-drums” may refer to the living zentai fabric rustling across the skin.

    Either way, it’s got me horny.

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