RIDING MY UNICORN
57K, 640 x 470, 1993, digital picture-poem by Chris Wayan.
for Shira and Nelena
I'm single and shy, so I asked my dreams for an image of my true love. I dreamt of a maiden in love with a unicorn--but they were both a bit strange...
WHAT HE THOUGHT: |
Rubs naked on me
Her eager smell.
Her girl-longing's
a slip-slide oil
To make a magic
stallion boil!
She talks,
She teases,
showing me
she has a mind;
showing her she's nice.
As hot toes roam!
|
I like her.
I'll lick her!
Will she
Drink me?
Knows she the change?
Loves she the spell, or me?
When her brow bears a healing horn,
Will she then mourn
Her lost mortality?
Am I but a vampire,
Justifying my parasitic...
Heart's desire? |
WHAT SHE THOUGHT: |
Don't talk.
Don't waste your tender
tongue on talk.
Wash me, rough,
warm lava on my thigh.
Lick the salt trickle
of my supple nipple.
O lap my leg-lip-rose!
YOU mount,
YOU ride!
O how I've tried
|
To slicken,
to stretch,
to be worthy of
Your vast hot and furry love.
I'll wide
my heart
I'll wide
my puss
For you, you,
you alone.
For us. |
NOTE IN THE MORNING
It makes a steamy picture-poem, but it's awkward advice: where do you meet unicorns? How do you know them when you meet them? They hide their horns, in the day, these days.
![Unicorn tapestry: I lay my head in a maiden's lap and look in a mirror.](/vcl/Artists/Wayan/StoryIllustrations/RIDEUNI2.GIF)
2001 NOTE
It took this long for me to wonder...who says I was the maiden?
Am I a unicorn unaware of my own magic?
Why, then all I need is a nice pervert girl who prefers magic to men.
Email: Chriswayan@hotmail.com