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mood vigilant: blue
(the streets are utterly bleak in nocturnal hours; there
are no lamplights. when the moon is in dim phases, the
shadows are cloaked, treacherous & seductive as a
femme fatale.)
the language of love is silent, but apparently she didn’t
buy that theory. she had an urge to tell me the gilded
ways of her emotions, using pretty words that smelled
like flowers & stormed the savage bastions of my heart.
she loved loving & she loved talking about it, & the only
way to shut her up was to kiss her. so I did.
it was a very good kiss, with the proper adornments: lavish
measures of heat & firmness. she kissed like she meant it;
she made me enjoy having two tongues in my mouth.
sure, it was so good, it was dangerous for a desperado like
me. I’ve been shotgunned by the sparkle in a dame’s eyes
enough to be done with it. these days I prefer to run with
whores who run with the wolves.
I’ve drifted too long in the hazy alleys of black&white; I
cannot perceive the rainbow, which has been obliterated.
but not entirely: blue still remains, deep & dolorous. the
color of my oppression, the blue of my sorrow. the discordant
beats of my sundered heart.
I tell her to run, run away. if she stays, I will beat her. & when
I have nothing else to give, I give her these words, as pretty as
I can make them:
‘when you find the place where love is, go.
and make your bed there…’
Published 16th Oct 2015
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16th Oct 2015 6:52pm
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16th Oct 2015 7:21pm
Your femme fatales kill me every time. I'd like to hear more of what this one has to say. I'd like to learn more of "the gilded ways of her emotions." Fine work all told, elegant, tough and erotic.
16th Oct 2015 7:26pm
16th Oct 2015 7:47pm
Bullshit. Love is the strongest force in the Universe, and no man is a match once it decides to take his hand. Ironically, for the majority, it's only when they're "too gone" or "way too broken". How else will they truly appreciate the gift?
16th Oct 2015 8:00pm
The best way to shut someone up; ever.
A song of honesty sung to someone who
doesn't seem scared. But a wolf never is
amongst her own.
A song of honesty sung to someone who
doesn't seem scared. But a wolf never is
amongst her own.
Anonymous
16th Oct 2015 9:26pm
*brilliant*, as always. . .I'm a sucker for a hungered kiss. . .and your painted kiss for love, life & death was captured beautifully. . .xo, Devlin.
17th Oct 2015 1:18am
John love this noir your story telling ability is like no other so masterful..
love these lines..
I’ve drifted too long in the hazy alleys of black&white; I
cannot perceive the rainbow, which has been obliterated.
but not entirely: blue still remains, deep & dolorous. the
color of my oppression, the blue of my sorrow. the discordant
beats of my sundered heart."
so poignant with a powerful ending brilliant!!!
love Crim
love these lines..
I’ve drifted too long in the hazy alleys of black&white; I
cannot perceive the rainbow, which has been obliterated.
but not entirely: blue still remains, deep & dolorous. the
color of my oppression, the blue of my sorrow. the discordant
beats of my sundered heart."
so poignant with a powerful ending brilliant!!!
love Crim
17th Oct 2015 1:52am
"the shadows are cloaked, treacherous & seductive as a
femme fatale.) "
~powerful capture, so finely done..
"she loved loving & she loved talking about it, & the only
way to shut her up was to kiss her. so I did."
~best romantic irony enlaces this kiss..
*much sighing to the 'shut up n kiss me'.. loveitt
Your blues are poignant, SirJ, and rendered with finesse by color splash.
sending her on, to love... lamentable yet understandable..achy both ways..;)
enjoyed as always,
~d
femme fatale.) "
~powerful capture, so finely done..
"she loved loving & she loved talking about it, & the only
way to shut her up was to kiss her. so I did."
~best romantic irony enlaces this kiss..
*much sighing to the 'shut up n kiss me'.. loveitt
Your blues are poignant, SirJ, and rendered with finesse by color splash.
sending her on, to love... lamentable yet understandable..achy both ways..;)
enjoyed as always,
~d
17th Oct 2015 2:28am
A seductively narrated slice of film noir. Enjoyed the realness and crisp writing.
Anonymous
17th Oct 2015 3:41am
very alluring write...poignant....stellar write,
a poem that lingers in one's heart...brilliantly penned.
thanks for sharing -- miss. barrie
a poem that lingers in one's heart...brilliantly penned.
thanks for sharing -- miss. barrie
17th Oct 2015 1:29pm
make your bed... but do you have to sleep in it [?]
so many wonderful lines to get wrapped up, mister feddeler
seamless, flawless
bravo
so many wonderful lines to get wrapped up, mister feddeler
seamless, flawless
bravo
17th Oct 2015 5:09pm
18th Oct 2015 2:24pm
[...] she kissed like she meant it;
she made me enjoy having two tongues in my mouth. [...]
Those are by far not the only lines I love but they're those make me shiver even a little more ...
Unnesessary to say time and again that I love your style but I'll do it anyway, John.
she made me enjoy having two tongues in my mouth. [...]
Those are by far not the only lines I love but they're those make me shiver even a little more ...
Unnesessary to say time and again that I love your style but I'll do it anyway, John.
19th Oct 2015 10:44pm
.....so much about this ink that captivated me! I'll just say bravo sir!
Masterfully done!
Masterfully done!
26th Oct 2015 1:02am
7th Jul 2016 7:09am
You are a very curious creature JohnFeddeler,I dunno how you do it.Only a talented man can make the dark truths of life sound so pretty.Nice.
