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To Have and To Taste
His lips were stained
by a velvety madness, when I met him.
The scent of a fragile rose
swirled amidst the cruel surrealist.
He stormed my fields
with eyes of steel, yet, so ablaze.
We entangled there 'neath heaven's stage
and I squeezed out his raging pearls of pain.
Haunting whispers did seep thru
anointing the ink's unfurling truth.
Over the poet's canvas, it forged its web.
The veil of fantasy sown in tears;
the liquid silk of realities sneer;
The sultry watermark of pain endured.
Artfully, we'd sip the azure mead
quickly becoming impaired
by passion's bottomless dream.
We share the serpent's thrill, (he and I)
to have and to taste fractured minds.
The one's who long to feel once more,
the needles of fire that poets implore.
So, Darling, yes, the sickness is shared,
but I'll never forget those tangos we dared.
When I see the flickering vacancy sign,
I'll look for you, because the thrill was mine!
© 2015 blue angel
(Note: It's marked extreme content due to the photo)
by a velvety madness, when I met him.
The scent of a fragile rose
swirled amidst the cruel surrealist.
He stormed my fields
with eyes of steel, yet, so ablaze.
We entangled there 'neath heaven's stage
and I squeezed out his raging pearls of pain.
Haunting whispers did seep thru
anointing the ink's unfurling truth.
Over the poet's canvas, it forged its web.
The veil of fantasy sown in tears;
the liquid silk of realities sneer;
The sultry watermark of pain endured.
Artfully, we'd sip the azure mead
quickly becoming impaired
by passion's bottomless dream.
We share the serpent's thrill, (he and I)
to have and to taste fractured minds.
The one's who long to feel once more,
the needles of fire that poets implore.
So, Darling, yes, the sickness is shared,
but I'll never forget those tangos we dared.
When I see the flickering vacancy sign,
I'll look for you, because the thrill was mine!
© 2015 blue angel
(Note: It's marked extreme content due to the photo)
Published 2nd Jul 2015
| Edited 13th Aug 2015
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2nd Jul 2015 8:29pm
Blue, this piece is absolutely beautiful. Your use of evocative metaphors and descriptive language is captivating. This stanza is a monument to your masterful craft:
"He stormed my fields
with eyes of steel, yet, so ablaze.
We entangled there 'neath heaven's stage
and I squeezed out his raging pearls of pain."
"He stormed my fields
with eyes of steel, yet, so ablaze.
We entangled there 'neath heaven's stage
and I squeezed out his raging pearls of pain."
2nd Jul 2015 8:29pm
Beautifully written and rhymed, Blue Angel. Your "veil of fantasy" is sublime. Love the picture too.
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3rd Jul 2015 00:42am
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3rd Jul 2015 6:21am
alluring poetry, Angel, it soars like the horned owl in this place of serpents. I find great concepts in your poem: pain & fantasies & canvases, things that are big in this world or any other.
but the biggest is loneliness...
but the biggest is loneliness...
3rd Jul 2015 4:03pm
This is a very beautiful poem. I feel the romance in it. Just a masterpiece
Anonymous
5th Aug 2015 5:02am
I need to learn to write this well. The metaphors can evoke an infinity of images which gives it great depth. Powerful writing. Blends beautifully with the image.
15th Aug 2015 00:45am
15th Aug 2015 1:00am
beautiful Angel you have such a lovely poetic soul..
"Haunting whispers did seep thru
anointing the ink's unfurling truth.
Over the poet's canvas, it forged its web.
The veil of fantasy sown in tears;
the liquid silk of realities sneer;
The sultry watermark of pain endured"
poetic perfection lovely one..
I've missed you love Brenda
"Haunting whispers did seep thru
anointing the ink's unfurling truth.
Over the poet's canvas, it forged its web.
The veil of fantasy sown in tears;
the liquid silk of realities sneer;
The sultry watermark of pain endured"
poetic perfection lovely one..
I've missed you love Brenda
17th Aug 2015 11:13pm
I've missed you too! Thank you for your luscious commentary, and presence. Utterly Appreciative, blue angel
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11th Sep 2015 3:19pm
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13th Sep 2015 5:12pm
The subtle references to the couple's prior experience as individuals caress the mind. This is a poem whose majesty isn't fully fathomed with only one read. Thanks for sharing.
25th Sep 2015 7:08pm
Angel, this is a very luscious write.. and the pic fits it well.. into the list it goes.. with respect..
Dave
Dave
