I know what you mean but it made me uncomfortable as I could never give myself to anyone so completely and this made me very aware of that deficiency.

moving and disturbing in a way. I loved this poem

Hi to everyone who commented on this poem. I'm really glad you like it. And I can see why you might find it sinister, disturbing or uncomfortable. However, when writing it, I did so with a joyous heart and a big playful smile.

I could not find anything sinister in this poem - but I am one of those people who thinks that obsessive love is perfectly normal.
I liked the poem a lot, except for 'Eyeballs;' this word made me feel uncomfortable. Perhaps this word is too anatomical for me.

No, I don't find anything really sinister about this poem either. It's NOT obsessive in a stalking sence. But more in the giving of yourself. I had great fun writing it - passion, surrealism and humour with a tinge of obsession ...with a smile.

Oh, and as for eyeballs being sinister... you've now drawn my attention to the fact that eyeballs recurr in my writing (check out: Shaquilla's Thoughts from 'Shaquilla's Papers'). Hmm... what does that say about me?

Not sure I can get away from eyeballs. They'll probably creep in somehow or other somewhere. Glad you like the visual imagery.

Hey Jib,

Just came across this and think I can explain the 'eyeball' bit. It was a crumb, right? Chomped a bit hard and a crumb flipped up and got caught under the top eyelid, right?

Actually, I don't think I fully understood it (It's a Derby thing, nothing to do with the poem itself) because I couldn't find the sinister bit, but I thought it was funny. I mean that in the nicest possible way, got a sort of warm feeling from it and found myself smiling that silly sort of gormless smile you smile when something's amusing you in a nice, relaxed way. Have I screwed up again? Got it all wrong again? Oh well, I did like it and that's what matter's, isn't it?

Mind you, I do worry about you sometimes. Who on earth would come up with the concept of life being a jaffa-cake? And I though I was loopy. Rambling, aren't I. Not really helpful. Better go. Sorry.

Finally, somebody who understands the poem! But, not the crumbs flipping into the eyelids bit.

I too had a warm feeling and great big smile when writing it.

Glad you like it.

Bloody hell, Jib...I got it right? I'll have to leave Derby now; where will I go?

They can't chuck you out. You don't have dual nationality!

...besides, after you've won the booker with your broken cats story, they'll soon call you back.

Jolly Fisherman's waiting with open arms Rog! Always be a bit of beach with your name on it here.

Decadently & (digestively, longingly) tempestuously lovely!

Woz

Cool :)

Cheers Woz.

---Jib

Don't know what this means for my future relationships with jaffa cakes, but.....Woz