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storm-hearted woman {w/ DevlinDLC}
dolent, stormy nights are constant in this heartless town,
so I huddle in a seedy bar with a shot glass & a ragged
journal. I write the story that every man & woman carries
in their own heart, but they will read my version to see how
it ends. it’s the story of loneliness.
now & then, I glance at the backbar mirror, hoping to see her
walk in, the woman I haven’t met yet. she could be my final
chapter, or the captivating grace I need to burn my notebook.
I saw her once, sitting alone at a table, her eyes hidden behind
the wide brim of her hat. spectral smoke drifted away from her
sultry figure, & I wanted to invade her reverie; to learn the secret
that would be beautiful for all of its sordidness.
to become intimate with it…
'Mysterious, uncouth, intriguing, you are,' were the last
of my lover's breath as he, too, came to betrayingly rest above
her lifeless breasts. I disassembled the revolver into a river
of deception before seeking refuge at a bar where broken hearts
coagulated & ladies cooed the blues beneath an array of ominous
wide brimmed hats & sensual femme fatale red lipsticks.
Tonight I vowed I would see no end to my melancholy until you walked in
& took a seat at the bar with your back to me. Disguised in a hat
that brought more attention than inattention got your attention;
the weight of your intentional gaze grazes the brim of my hat &
my breath cocked like that Glock drowning in its own secrets
of prohibition, passion, & raw Whiskey lies. I've come to the conclusion
that I cannot hide these eyes from you with a story I see you aspire
to pen about me in your tattered journal with its own ambiguities.
When I see you again, an ex-lover's friend paints you the portrait:
'The Loneliest Man At The Bar'; you've missed me, you've desired to kiss me;
to ravage me in between the blank sheets of your journal's paper; to create
valiant lust from every curve of the single letter; to form jagged words
from the restless sway of your poison ink; & I think now would be the time
to capture the beauty of my crime.
But first a drink, an unconventional whisper, a willing hand on your knee,
a browse of my lips against your ear, your neck, your cheek, your mouth,
before we slip away into the depth of my heart storming
with deception. & perhaps, just perhaps, you will chronicle this affair
as a final entry in your journal quested for the Noir of all Noirs.
Published 16th May 2015
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17th May 2015 00:08am
This is a true collaboration. I hear both voices but the writing style, prose is so similiar. Really enjoyed this!
As beautiful as art is, tis more so when it collides between two universes destined to create a new life form.
Anonymous
17th May 2015 1:26am
Great scene painting you two! There was one point while reading when I would swear I heard the muted resonance of an ice cube shifting in a glass! Steamy! Thanks for this.
17th May 2015 2:44am
A wonderful collaboration...a moving picture created by impeccable dialog...enjoyed!!
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19th May 2015 3:06am
And 'Thank You,' JFeddeler, for the journey as well. 'Til we meet again perhaps somewhere in a 1920's speakeasy. . .xoxo, Devlin;)
Anonymous
17th May 2015 10:10am
the two of you coalesce with seamless finesse in this piece
brava!
brava!
17th May 2015 6:12pm
Both of you write so perfectly together this poem was most impressive. Well done
18th May 2015 5:49am
Kudos! you both are seamless here with not a word wasted!
The prose and exchange build up to...perfect
much enjoyed
~d
The prose and exchange build up to...perfect
much enjoyed
~d
18th May 2015 1:49pm
"you've missed me, you've desired to kiss me;
to ravage me in between the blank sheets of your journal's paper; to create
valiant lust from every curve of the single letter; to form jagged words
from the restless sway of your poison ink; & I think now would be the time
to capture the beauty of my crime."
Two forces to recon with. Lovely work you two! The ambiance is mysteriously heavy. Enjoyed it!
to ravage me in between the blank sheets of your journal's paper; to create
valiant lust from every curve of the single letter; to form jagged words
from the restless sway of your poison ink; & I think now would be the time
to capture the beauty of my crime."
Two forces to recon with. Lovely work you two! The ambiance is mysteriously heavy. Enjoyed it!
18th May 2015 3:11pm
Anonymous
19th May 2015 3:09am
Thank you Poets & Poetresses for stopping by and reading and commenting. . .See you all around on DU. . .xoxo, Devlin;)
19th May 2015 7:23pm
21st May 2015 7:26am
Oh my! Johnny, Devlin this is stunning!
Jeezes this is so good, I have to list it...
I'll be back for a second read, it's late for me I will be back to read again..
I loved this and will love it more i'm sure...
Zazzles xoxoxox
Jeezes this is so good, I have to list it...
I'll be back for a second read, it's late for me I will be back to read again..
I loved this and will love it more i'm sure...
Zazzles xoxoxox
26th May 2015 3:22am
Bravo!! Bravo!!!! Standing "O" for this one.....brilliant ink between the two of you......tipping my pen in respect....luv it!! Xo :)
2nd Jun 2015 4:35am
Bravo!, my gosh you two were a wrath of ink upon my mind ..burning into its lobes. I love it with a heavy heart & ova standing..yes I say
19th Aug 2016 00:00am
Two similiar writing styles,expressing two different points of view,very beautifully done....
