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all things unholy
I went to her out of curiosity, in the beginning, wanting
to unravel her. there was abandon in her poetry that
beguiled my restless eyes; a lyrical oasis where I could
drink. she may have been the first unsure flame in a
great fire. & I wanted to burn.
the voice of her erotica spoke to me before I ever
approached her. she was brazenly explicit in her sexual
confrontations; bondage & punishment, I decided, were
remnants of her unkind past. she was floating in the airs
of despondency, & her invitation was a somber dare:
‘it’s time for you to catch me.’
so I reached, arrogantly, into the mystery of her. I’ve danced
away many nights with whores, & I knew what the payoff was.
they gave me what they intended to give, & I was always grateful.
but outwardly (if it’s possible) & inwardly, she was no whore.
my road’s been long & winding, & I’ve drifted more than settled.
but it comes to a man in time, to give in to a woman. & to love.
he came to me hungering, like a wolf with soft lips & music. he
sought of the origins of my poetic passions. I relented to his
unsophisticated charms, I suppose, & I told him some things,
which I will not repeat. in this manner, we developed a kindling
fire of attraction.
in a matter of merely days, he is offering me words of deep
affection. that word ‘love,’ that men speak loosely to trap a lady,
without having studied it longly of a night. for men know not of
the rampart of love, whereas women are born with such knowledge.
his manner being convivial, & not at all obtrusive, I relinquished to
his embrace & kiss. his caresses tingled upon my skin like the salts
in my bath, as I have not felt so many times in my yearning years.
there is torture inside me that needs be expelled by his caring & his
carnal intent, as I have the desires of any woman who has dreamed
too much, alone.
but if he tries to drag me from my dark cloister,
I won’t go...
Published 28th Aug 2015
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28th Aug 2015 11:15pm
Tortured souls clawing their way out of a dark pit. I hope these two lovers find each others light.
Longing for the lust in her, evident in her poetry.....🚶🏃
She afraid of love.
Perhaps she feels unworthy of it.
John if you caress a womans body💃like you caress the words in poetry.......💃then your prowess would be, mmmmm unmatched
Anonymous
29th Aug 2015 1:03am
JFeddeler, my King of Noir. . .this piece is absolutely dark and brilliant and erotic in it's parable. . .I admire they way you intertwined both point of views; each opposite sex. . .not only is the poem rich in imagery, but voice and feeling as well. . .Well done. . .xoxo, Devlin/Doll.
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29th Aug 2015 1:05am
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29th Aug 2015 1:57am
John a very alluring write you weave both perspectives so perfectly.. bows to the your sultry ink..
with love Crim
with love Crim
29th Aug 2015 7:42pm
This is almost like a collaboration with its two distinct voices. Fine and multifaceted work, with a willing victim drawn to a seductive flame.
29th Aug 2015 11:58pm
Good for her. There's always that part a woman should die with rather than give it up.
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31st Aug 2015 6:59am
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31st Aug 2015 12:58pm
i worship your pen, mister feddeler...
"he came to me hungering, like a wolf with soft lips &
music. he
sought of the origins of my poetic passions. I relented to
his
unsophisticated charms, I suppose, & I told him some
things,
which I will not repeat. in this manner, we developed a
kindling
fire of attraction."
... undone, i am. completely.
xoxox
"he came to me hungering, like a wolf with soft lips &
music. he
sought of the origins of my poetic passions. I relented to
his
unsophisticated charms, I suppose, & I told him some
things,
which I will not repeat. in this manner, we developed a
kindling
fire of attraction."
... undone, i am. completely.
xoxox
31st Aug 2015 8:08pm
Exquisite inner thoughts mingling. Love doesn't come lightly to a woman, or man of that caliber. An ever burning flame is alluring to the soul that hungers for warmth, after the dust of pain settles. Skillfully written... Respectfully, blue angel
5th Sep 2015 10:31am
Your words my Knight.. your words are that of my faintish beating heart,
the shallow of my breaths because when reading of you ..I forget how
to inhale & exhale So must be taught all over again in the gathering of
myself. Your voice tender like, just like your pulse when putting my ear
against it.
That is where you grasp me my Feddler darling. .almost as if wearing
the tattoos of your fingertips upon my wrist, I reckon they will be burned
into my flesh for eternities. Is that your way of gifting..'recollections'?
No less, than you do with my ventricles, wearing them as keepsakes
& trinkets. May they always give airs unto your lungs & ink.
the shallow of my breaths because when reading of you ..I forget how
to inhale & exhale So must be taught all over again in the gathering of
myself. Your voice tender like, just like your pulse when putting my ear
against it.
That is where you grasp me my Feddler darling. .almost as if wearing
the tattoos of your fingertips upon my wrist, I reckon they will be burned
into my flesh for eternities. Is that your way of gifting..'recollections'?
No less, than you do with my ventricles, wearing them as keepsakes
& trinkets. May they always give airs unto your lungs & ink.
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11th Sep 2015 2:51pm
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10th Oct 2015 9:19pm
This is beautiful in the voice you portray for both speakers. Not many poets can imagine themselves as anyone other than themselves, which speaks to how good of a writer you are.
11th Jul 2016 6:25am
