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clandestine
we meet in the underground
it’s the only safe place
we come from separate worlds
where perhaps a black sun freezes the earth
our lurid love-notes, her sex fantasies & my own,
are missives designed to vindicate our souls of
sordid desires. she claims a primal affection for
the poet, but it is most certainly aimed at these
poems that erupt from me like volcanic ash.
these poems…
( you reach into your gut, extract the shrapnel,
carve it brazenly into poetry. or the clone of
poetry, the distorted reflection.
you toss it with cautious charm into the
outreaches of cyberspace, to net the reactions
of those wayfarers who happen upon it. hoping
someone will offer a healing remark. but who
can heal you?)
when she can no longer bear the threat of my love,
she retreats to the stygian shadows. where angels hide.
she became all of my erotic poems.
& she is my love poem…
Published 16th Sep 2014
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16th Sep 2014 3:30am
when she can no longer bear the threat of my love,
she retreats to the stygian shadows. where angels hide.
she became all of my erotic poems.
& she is my love poem…
Priceless John, I love this!
Broomie ")
she retreats to the stygian shadows. where angels hide.
she became all of my erotic poems.
& she is my love poem…
Priceless John, I love this!
Broomie ")
16th Sep 2014 3:32am
This is painfully beautiful, sir. :') A pain so hauntingly familiar. Thank you so much for sharing this!
16th Sep 2014 5:04am
wow... I really liked this, I echo thepositivelydark in saying it's beautiful x
Anonymous
16th Sep 2014 11:28am
Eye knew sumbodee in DA Klan lyke dis beautee
16th Sep 2014 12:28pm
Where angels hide? Sounds beautiful and sad at the same time.
I love how she became your erotic and love poems because they are full of sensations ; )
I love how she became your erotic and love poems because they are full of sensations ; )
16th Sep 2014 2:01pm
clandestine movements tempts across the velour of moistened desires. The under regions of cyberspace belongs to the roar of passionate plays and the haunting whispers of seduction. Bound in Beauty.
Anonymous
16th Sep 2014 7:29pm
reminded me of escapades of my own in Underground ATL :) the pain is heavy, though i sense every bit worthwhile.
well done, great piece
life...
well done, great piece
life...
17th Sep 2014 12:31pm
There is such a haunting beauty in this piece. As always Mr Feddeler u leave me awe n longing for more
17th Sep 2014 8:52pm
18th Sep 2014 3:48pm
quite the poetic eruption John:)
"it’s the only safe place" very fitting plus it adds a thrilling depth and allure to these explosive lines
and this:
"when she can no longer bear the threat of my love,
she retreats to the stygian shadows. where angels hide." was simply beautiful..Bravo!!!
"it’s the only safe place" very fitting plus it adds a thrilling depth and allure to these explosive lines
and this:
"when she can no longer bear the threat of my love,
she retreats to the stygian shadows. where angels hide." was simply beautiful..Bravo!!!
8th Oct 2014 00:32am
what a powerful and evocative piece
One of the best poems i have read in a long time
I love the lines
"when she can no longer bear the threat of my love,
she retreats to the stygian shadows. where angels hide.
she became all of my erotic poems.
& she is my love poem…"
Respect
One of the best poems i have read in a long time
I love the lines
"when she can no longer bear the threat of my love,
she retreats to the stygian shadows. where angels hide.
she became all of my erotic poems.
& she is my love poem…"
Respect
