Submissions by OpheliasGarden
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
Shape
You crossed my mind recently
It was early in the morning and the icy dew was surrendering to the illusory entity of vapor, young sunlight on the smoke of the forest.
A shape caught my attention.
Though pervaded by prismatic intent, the shadow lent itself to black and white.
Values that ask to be seen for what they are, known for the true and fundamental form. Pleading for a truce from the wider spectrum. The shape stretched and curled, aching with sensual suggestions, coiling erotically, curved and upside down, open to all eyes but reserving its...
It was early in the morning and the icy dew was surrendering to the illusory entity of vapor, young sunlight on the smoke of the forest.
A shape caught my attention.
Though pervaded by prismatic intent, the shadow lent itself to black and white.
Values that ask to be seen for what they are, known for the true and fundamental form. Pleading for a truce from the wider spectrum. The shape stretched and curled, aching with sensual suggestions, coiling erotically, curved and upside down, open to all eyes but reserving its...
#erotic
#beauty
#nature
#art
#sensual
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Moonlight
#lust
#erotic
#lover
#passion
#seductive
374 reads
11 Comments
Charcoal
I see you smoldering.
We recline on the floor of your studio…wine glasses in our charcoal smeared hands…. languid…sharing a smoke. Discussing art.
Then… art of a different kind…and with a different language. Wordless. But not silent…
Charcoal dust, roving hands smearing a trail of gray/black leading to the secret places. Moist lips uniting hungrily in the the most intimate of connections…a bridge of vital essence.
Fingers and lips on their own journeys, free from the perfunctory, free from muscle memory of everyday tasks. Every nerve alive with the...
We recline on the floor of your studio…wine glasses in our charcoal smeared hands…. languid…sharing a smoke. Discussing art.
Then… art of a different kind…and with a different language. Wordless. But not silent…
Charcoal dust, roving hands smearing a trail of gray/black leading to the secret places. Moist lips uniting hungrily in the the most intimate of connections…a bridge of vital essence.
Fingers and lips on their own journeys, free from the perfunctory, free from muscle memory of everyday tasks. Every nerve alive with the...
#lust
#erotic
#sensual
#passion
#seductive
366 reads
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Geode
She has more facets than one can count
Like light bouncing off the crystalline heart of a geode
Born under the pressure of a million oceans
A Slow change
Waiting patiently under mountains
Until she is cracked open in the just the right way
And she reflects her brilliant rays, prismatic and stark
For the deserving prospector.
Like light bouncing off the crystalline heart of a geode
Born under the pressure of a million oceans
A Slow change
Waiting patiently under mountains
Until she is cracked open in the just the right way
And she reflects her brilliant rays, prismatic and stark
For the deserving prospector.
#lust
#erotic
#lover
#passion
#seductive
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The Party
A roomful of people
Laughter.
Cocktails.
Backgammon.
The hazy orange glow of living in the present,
The din of memories in motion
My naked shoulder, cold against the door jamb and I sense the static
All the tiny moments…leading to this one.
Your gaze, cutting cleanly across the room
like a plasma ray slices the moonless night sky,
Connects to mine.
Your eyes are melted dark chocolate
Smoldering under thick brows
Liquid. Yet burning.
Despite the chaos, howling laughter,...
Laughter.
Cocktails.
Backgammon.
The hazy orange glow of living in the present,
The din of memories in motion
My naked shoulder, cold against the door jamb and I sense the static
All the tiny moments…leading to this one.
Your gaze, cutting cleanly across the room
like a plasma ray slices the moonless night sky,
Connects to mine.
Your eyes are melted dark chocolate
Smoldering under thick brows
Liquid. Yet burning.
Despite the chaos, howling laughter,...
#ForbiddenLove
412 reads
6 Comments
Thunderstorm
Angry rain on hot gravel
Slakes the summer twilight.
Steam begets a low fog, heavy with want.
My headlights pierce the blue hue with contrived yellow
And illuminate the stable.
He leans against the crooked frame
Beckoning without gesture,
Only eyes.
My body floats toward reconciling need but shunning virtue,
Vision narrowing only to the present.
A delectable myopia
Pressed against the rough cut hemlock
We would be deafened by pelting rain if not by our own breathing.
A peal of thunder ...
Slakes the summer twilight.
Steam begets a low fog, heavy with want.
My headlights pierce the blue hue with contrived yellow
And illuminate the stable.
He leans against the crooked frame
Beckoning without gesture,
Only eyes.
My body floats toward reconciling need but shunning virtue,
Vision narrowing only to the present.
A delectable myopia
Pressed against the rough cut hemlock
We would be deafened by pelting rain if not by our own breathing.
A peal of thunder ...
#ForbiddenLove
562 reads
8 Comments
Chasm
Imagine her
Always outside
A comatose dream
Haunting the garden
Shadow under solitude
Moon over trepidation
Thigh and light
In repose
A compulsive shudder echos a change
Within
The clear, cracked chasm of night
Emanates winter
And yet we are burning
Always outside
A comatose dream
Haunting the garden
Shadow under solitude
Moon over trepidation
Thigh and light
In repose
A compulsive shudder echos a change
Within
The clear, cracked chasm of night
Emanates winter
And yet we are burning
#ForbiddenLove
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4 Comments
Sunlight
In hazy space between
Dream and Truth
A veneer of reality just a fragile crust,
I linger.
Prismatic bursts of filtered light
Illusory
Craze within my vision
Eyelids hesitate
to prolong this mercurial state.
Sunlight spills, back naked, thighs splayed
On warm linen.
Then,
A warmth of a different source...
The humid zephyr of your breath languishes on my spine.
Lips on my shoulder blade
Gentle teeth
My tangle of...
Dream and Truth
A veneer of reality just a fragile crust,
I linger.
Prismatic bursts of filtered light
Illusory
Craze within my vision
Eyelids hesitate
to prolong this mercurial state.
Sunlight spills, back naked, thighs splayed
On warm linen.
Then,
A warmth of a different source...
The humid zephyr of your breath languishes on my spine.
Lips on my shoulder blade
Gentle teeth
My tangle of...
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6 Comments
Rogue Wave
The hinge creaks
Air changes
No one speaks.
My knuckles tensed
On counters edge,
Your presence sensed
Your scent evokes
Moss, rain,
Woodsmoke
Your weight on me
Thighs parted
Raised knee
Your eyes sear
My lips tremble
Resolve sheer
My legs wide
Hungry, waiting
Will abide
Your hesitation
Just enough
For salivation
Your...
Air changes
No one speaks.
My knuckles tensed
On counters edge,
Your presence sensed
Your scent evokes
Moss, rain,
Woodsmoke
Your weight on me
Thighs parted
Raised knee
Your eyes sear
My lips tremble
Resolve sheer
My legs wide
Hungry, waiting
Will abide
Your hesitation
Just enough
For salivation
Your...
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9 Comments
Gravity
I still see your imposing shadow
Darkening the earth as you come near
I remember your shoulders, searching hands, strong arms
Wrapping me up in you
Pulling me in, hot breath in my hair words melting into my ear.
The way you spoke in plain English, a knife slicing through my shroud
Ripping a hole through my façade.
Your mass drew me near and I was in orbit
Trapped in your pull
I want to hurdle into you again.
Take my hair in your fists
Take my lip in your teeth
Take my hips in your palms and push yourself into me ...
Darkening the earth as you come near
I remember your shoulders, searching hands, strong arms
Wrapping me up in you
Pulling me in, hot breath in my hair words melting into my ear.
The way you spoke in plain English, a knife slicing through my shroud
Ripping a hole through my façade.
Your mass drew me near and I was in orbit
Trapped in your pull
I want to hurdle into you again.
Take my hair in your fists
Take my lip in your teeth
Take my hips in your palms and push yourself into me ...
#lust
#ForbiddenLove
994 reads
3 Comments
Animal
What I feel for you is animal
Not soul, heart and hand
But flesh, tooth and claw.
Your scent engulfs me,
Intoxicates
My core responds with raw, primal need
Thighs quiver
Breath halts
Involuntary.
You seize me from behind
From beyond
Your hands like claws on my waist
Commanding
Your breath, then your teeth, gentle on the nape of my neck.
Then, not gentle.
With a force that transcends the perilous frivolity of of romance
A force older than endearment
A force that is black and white and nothing in...
Not soul, heart and hand
But flesh, tooth and claw.
Your scent engulfs me,
Intoxicates
My core responds with raw, primal need
Thighs quiver
Breath halts
Involuntary.
You seize me from behind
From beyond
Your hands like claws on my waist
Commanding
Your breath, then your teeth, gentle on the nape of my neck.
Then, not gentle.
With a force that transcends the perilous frivolity of of romance
A force older than endearment
A force that is black and white and nothing in...
870 reads
3 Comments
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