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conspiracy of rapture
Silent. her voice is silent in the melancholy drifting
of time; her arms are empty.
she retreats from a history of dismal motel rooms,
one night stands in the company of thugs & vandals,
barbarians who reason that it is proper & just to use
a woman as a tainted receptacle for their steaming
ejaculate. to wipe themselves off & hurry away,
abandoning her in cold sheets & regret.
a woman must be touched, & told that she is beautiful.
in my solitude, I compose gothic ballades of lovers kept
distant by fate. a soldier in the wastelands of loneliness,
I conspire to release her from the bonds of acrimony, to
enkindle the flames of passion in her true heart.
without the vestments of propriety, & without shame, we
would surrender to the brazen delights of the flesh. I will
capture the essence of her by the tender assault of kisses,
at her lips & her throat, at her breasts, at the center of her
well of desire.
we will discover the art of inviolate lovemaking, locked in
the carnal embrace, as we ascend without haste to a
meridian of bursting stars & reckless ecstasy.
seduce me with the quivering chamber of your perversion.
elate me with your moon-cursed eyes, & your vulgar tongue
Published 25th Feb 2015
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25th Feb 2015 1:29am
feddeler, i'm beginning to think you have a soft spot for broken women. bless you and your healing hands!
as always, john keating this out of the water! ;)
as always, john keating this out of the water! ;)
25th Feb 2015 2:35am
Very well written. But should always the flesh intrude? ( not that i am complaining) there are other ways too. ( don't ask me, I don't know)
25th Feb 2015 3:35am
And then "sin" becomes sacred in her true heart, and yours. Tenderness before the fireworks. "A woman must be touched and told she is beautiful." I think that's the center here.
25th Feb 2015 4:23am
Oh Mr.Feddeler, as always your prose is impeccable. Take her for all her dirty works, but give her tenderness. A true gentlemen. Thank you for another lovely poem.
25th Feb 2015 5:58am
Please, Sir, correct me if I am wrong... but it appears as though you see beauty in pain and suffering, and have a taste for women marked with the indelible touch of darkness.
What a lovely work of art. I must say, you have my admiration - and I openly admit it. Respect, I gladly give freely. But your work warrants more than that.
Well done. Well written. Well thought.
What a lovely work of art. I must say, you have my admiration - and I openly admit it. Respect, I gladly give freely. But your work warrants more than that.
Well done. Well written. Well thought.
25th Feb 2015 6:44am
It has reached a point where I can read the verses before you write them on the assembly line ...
25th Feb 2015 7:08am
when you dig in a coal mine, you will find only coal, not gold or diamonds. you will therefore discover a use for the coal, & you will be content...
What? a comment from you John!
I found this piece to be right on the mark, smack on the nose with a newspaper, It's so perfect ;)
It made me think, it made me smile and it made me wonder who this woman is..
If any at all,it could be veigh, idk..
Excellent scribe...
Love
Zazzles Xoxox
I found this piece to be right on the mark, smack on the nose with a newspaper, It's so perfect ;)
It made me think, it made me smile and it made me wonder who this woman is..
If any at all,it could be veigh, idk..
Excellent scribe...
Love
Zazzles Xoxox
25th Feb 2015 10:24am
I tip my hat to you Mr Feddler, this is clever eroticism. This poem smacks of obsession of someone dancing at the tip of your fingers, someone who offers a funhouse mirror to one's own soul.
The final two lines are a fantastic cap-stone to the sizzling pathos you conjure in this piece.
Gold.
The final two lines are a fantastic cap-stone to the sizzling pathos you conjure in this piece.
Gold.
Anonymous
25th Feb 2015 12:37pm
Nyice won
25th Feb 2015 5:38pm
To me it reads like a fairy tale, one of those tales where the prince on the white horse is as real as the blameless fallen maid. Enjoyed it!
25th Feb 2015 9:25pm
25th Feb 2015 10:47pm
may you never be cured of your prince charming virus, Mister Feddeler, it makes for breathtaking poetry
26th Feb 2015 1:02am
Intoxicating ink. I'm lost in those moon-cursed eyes, or is it lines. Your coal burns hot, and long! Respectfully, blue angel
26th Feb 2015 2:02pm
JohnFeddeler as always another amazing prose that is steeped with tenderness...very beautiful...
26th Feb 2015 6:42pm
John, this is one hot, erotic, sizzling tale, the last two lines are absolute classic!
27th Feb 2015 7:06pm
A beautiful blend of romance and erotica, John, with a killer last line. The words flowing like a river of sweet, untethered dreams .
1st Mar 2015 4:36am
1st Mar 2015 6:59am
Great poem until the last two stanzas which seem to metamorphose the lovers into a much less romantic aura, veering towards a flat refutation of how you portrayed them in the main body of the poem.
1st Mar 2015 9:45pm
