Title: Away From Neverland
Author: Ceebe
Disclaimer: I did not come up with any of these characters or the story of
Peter Pan, J.M. Barry did.
Rating: PG
Lights like Tinkerbells and oh, how I loved you Peter. You woke up and smelled like the sweat of a man but you went to sleep with the scent of fire on you.
How long was I by your side? I laughed and chirped and filled myself with the sound of your name. My body beat too fast; so small I was to be filled with you. My heart certainly wasn't big enough to sustain you for all the days/months/years of every wood, stream and cave in Neverland. I look at you Peter and see only your eyes full of all those Wendy's and secret kisses. So many Wendy's but only one Tinkerbell.
Remember when we fought the lions and you held me in one young hand? I was sure you would kiss me if my lips weren't so small. Instead you blew your cold air and I flew away on it.
One night I cried your name in my sleep, I had left Neverland and my feet had grown through winter. Size 5 and someone married me. He was so big and his skin cracked, growing older, he wasn't hampered by a never, ever, ever. Why were there nights when I wished for you Peter? Why couldn't I forget the way my voice would sing in Neverland?
I grow old and something splits from my womb. It's a girl and my husband wants to name it Mary, but I say Peter because it's the only name I know for love.
I see you on the streets as I bend, my deep spinal cord creaks with the snow, I do not want your red shell ears to hear me, and I only know Neverland.
Don't you ever ache for it Peter, the lagoon where mermaids would bare their breasts to your laugh? It's too cold for a fairy here but I can't find my way back. This city is so light it has blocked out the sky. It's winter; you're old with a woman on your arm. I think Wendy; I see her shapes on your arm, the color of her hair and the kiss in her lips. How can you be Peter Pan with such a body?
You enter a house I wish I had never seen before; they greet you with, "Peter," and, "Jane." My back creaks. You look behind your shoulder, but don't say anything.
Lights like Tinkerbells and oh, how I loved you Peter. You woke up and smelled like the sweat of a man but you went to sleep with the scent of fire on you.
How long was I by your side? I laughed and chirped and filled myself with the sound of your name. My body beat too fast; so small I was to be filled with you. My heart certainly wasn't big enough to sustain you for all the days/months/years of every wood, stream and cave in Neverland. I look at you Peter and see only your eyes full of all those Wendy's and secret kisses. So many Wendy's but only one Tinkerbell.
Remember when we fought the lions and you held me in one young hand? I was sure you would kiss me if my lips weren't so small. Instead you blew your cold air and I flew away on it.
One night I cried your name in my sleep, I had left Neverland and my feet had grown through winter. Size 5 and someone married me. He was so big and his skin cracked, growing older, he wasn't hampered by a never, ever, ever. Why were there nights when I wished for you Peter? Why couldn't I forget the way my voice would sing in Neverland?
I grow old and something splits from my womb. It's a girl and my husband wants to name it Mary, but I say Peter because it's the only name I know for love.
I see you on the streets as I bend, my deep spinal cord creaks with the snow, I do not want your red shell ears to hear me, and I only know Neverland.
Don't you ever ache for it Peter, the lagoon where mermaids would bare their breasts to your laugh? It's too cold for a fairy here but I can't find my way back. This city is so light it has blocked out the sky. It's winter; you're old with a woman on your arm. I think Wendy; I see her shapes on your arm, the color of her hair and the kiss in her lips. How can you be Peter Pan with such a body?
You enter a house I wish I had never seen before; they greet you with, "Peter," and, "Jane." My back creaks. You look behind your shoulder, but don't say anything.
