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Woman of Thunder and Spice
her allure was made of callae & white curare & bloodsongs.
to die in her bed would be the sweetest death, & every
warrior’s ascension to Mecca.
we impudent knaves would dance her till midnight, then
make stormy love with her till the dawn berated us &
ushered us back to our barracks with limp libidos & the
scarlet bite of her adieu on our shoulders.
we ran with her through the wildflowers after a picnic,
chased her to a copse of sheltering trees, tore off our
peasant garments feverishly as we watched her unburden
her fierce beauty of a simple cotton dress.
in the grip of her beckoning arms & royal legs, our greedy
hands & our worshipping mouths traversed the kindling
flesh of a feral maiden; we learned without consequence
that this was the passion for which gods created a man.
when we were sent to war, we stood in regimented line under
a scowling sun, to kiss her lips, to wrap our arms around her
one last time; to remember that this – this is what we fight for.
under the smoke of bursting shells, we charged the enemy’s
trenches with her sigh upon our lips, her taste on our tongues.
if it was ordained that we must perish in battle, we would do
so valiantly down to our last number but one. one of our troop
must return to tame the wildness in her, to give her many babies,
& to toil with her upon the savage earth, until all green things
erupted & proclaimed the country a Paradise.
and on that glorious morning when the gates of heaven opened,
he would be welcomed by the laughing ghosts of his fire-crowned
brothers, awaiting stories of her love,
of her thunder & spice…
Published 6th Feb 2015
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7th Feb 2015 00:18am
7th Feb 2015 1:03am
7th Feb 2015 1:57am
Women have always inspired men at war. Just look at the beauties that were painted on bombers. They now take up arms themselves, and time goes marching on.
7th Feb 2015 5:13am
7th Feb 2015 7:53am
Truthfully John, I'm personally not quite on heavens plane..
loves you !!!
Zazzles
loves you !!!
Zazzles
7th Feb 2015 1:34pm
7th Feb 2015 7:53pm
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- Edited 8th Feb 2015 00:30am
8th Feb 2015 00:29am
eye kann smell itt frum here jawny. youza a reel poeitt dude!
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8th Feb 2015 1:33am
At a loss for words. Love when you describe how powerful a woman can make a man feel ; )
8th Feb 2015 1:37pm
9th Feb 2015 3:29am
Beautifully written, John. Terrific word choices and exquisite imagery. Where do I enlist ?
10th Feb 2015 11:16pm
An "old style" classic...Homeric! Images of Athena offering assistance to we mere mortals in battle. Profound write John.
Cheers...Harry
Cheers...Harry
16th Feb 2015 5:31pm
His patriot heart stormed valiantly across her fields and savored hungrily upon her ripened fruits. She held his bravery firmly against her breast to reverberate his magnificence! I greedily savor your spice as the thunder trembles the stone in which you were carved! Respectfully, blue angel
