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Crushed Velvet Night
[Delirium sighed and parted its heavy lips]
He could taste the cherries now -
The dreamt haunt; the slayer of his thoughts
That cruel river of surging scent
raped his mind with glorious intent
It tore out verses, woven and twisted
It was her!
with her eyes set to twilight
He could taste the cherries now
spilling forth their spoiled fix
those fermented waves
sprawling out where she lay
lifeless and stilled
in breathless contempt
cradling the silence
swaying between them
[that murdered, deafening silence]
Swarmed his senses
choking, mocking, forcing
him deeper into the rancor of his mind
He could taste the cherries now
wilting and slipping too far inside
offering him only her crushed
velvet night...
© 2016 blue angel
Published 13th Jan 2016
| Edited 14th Jan 2016
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13th Jan 2016 7:34am
she might desire to make him drunk on those cherries,
in a place of dim light, not far from the ocean.
I gather these images & sensuality from your poem, Angel.
sensual...
in a place of dim light, not far from the ocean.
I gather these images & sensuality from your poem, Angel.
sensual...
13th Jan 2016 1:39pm
Loving the sensuality returned.. Thank you with the depth of the ocean for stopping by!
13th Jan 2016 2:40pm
14th Jan 2016 3:02am
Ah,, ha.. too bad you can't eat em'. He's really only smelling the cherry scent from her hair. :) Thank you for reading commenting.
Anonymous
13th Jan 2016 2:50pm
Angel, this was a brilliant write.. so much passion, and style in this sensual ink.. truly loved this.. into the list it goes.. with love, and respect..
Dave
Dave
14th Jan 2016 3:03am
I'm honored by your gracious words. Thank you deeply. Love and Respect returned. :)
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14th Jan 2016 2:10am
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14th Jan 2016 3:06am
You're so sweet, Taryn! You put a smile on my face. Wish I could come here more often, to catch up on all the talented writes here, sigh. Love and hugs returned ;)
14th Jan 2016 3:15am
OHMYGOSH! This is all kinds of beauty, blue! I mean, it flowed like crushed velvet. Smooth, tender and soft against the skin.
"He could taste the cherries now
wilting and slipping too far inside
offering him only her crushed
velvet night..."<<-- my favorite! Gorg.
"He could taste the cherries now
wilting and slipping too far inside
offering him only her crushed
velvet night..."<<-- my favorite! Gorg.
14th Jan 2016 3:29am
Deeply loving your vibrant words! Thank you so much for visiting. Made my night. :)
26th Jan 2016 2:17pm
Breath taking imagery! Sweet as 12 year old Bourbon! Touching in all its awe!!! :)
27th Jan 2016 10:07pm
Thank you immensely, Shifting Thoughts, for a comment bearing the warmth of wonderful whiskey! :)
Ahhh blue_angel, luv ~ :-*
I am beside myself. I have come to comment on another poem of yours several times and left after reading it again, speechless, incapable of words, only to try again some other time. This has happened over and over ~ now three or four times, luv. Anon, I will comment for the poem is incroyable.
What I am finding though as I begin to delve deeply here through your works is that they are all exquisite jewels crafted with a blindingly potent sensuality and glorious intellect combined. What an incredibly lethal (and wholly delectable) combination, luv!
I must begin at the beginning, I think...
This poem here ~ redolent of cherries...I am rather enamored of your use of cherries here for it seems to me their meaning is layered: their scent, their decay, their underlying connotation of innocence, and the thought here, perchance, of innocence misused or led astray and him choking on the fumes of his despoilment.
I do not know that this was your intent and, mayhap, I read wrongly, yet these thoughts flit through my mind and flirt with these cherries and their not-quite-all-right scent. I am struck by imagery of spoiling and what deeper meaning could lie therein.
Throughout, there is this lush, near overripe feel to the poem of bursting flavor and juices spilling forth, dark secrets, rich, pungent fragrance...such intense sensuality, luv...
My head fair reels with it. You are a virtuoso. I thank you for the privilege of this glimpse into your mind. :-*
I am beside myself. I have come to comment on another poem of yours several times and left after reading it again, speechless, incapable of words, only to try again some other time. This has happened over and over ~ now three or four times, luv. Anon, I will comment for the poem is incroyable.
What I am finding though as I begin to delve deeply here through your works is that they are all exquisite jewels crafted with a blindingly potent sensuality and glorious intellect combined. What an incredibly lethal (and wholly delectable) combination, luv!
I must begin at the beginning, I think...
This poem here ~ redolent of cherries...I am rather enamored of your use of cherries here for it seems to me their meaning is layered: their scent, their decay, their underlying connotation of innocence, and the thought here, perchance, of innocence misused or led astray and him choking on the fumes of his despoilment.
I do not know that this was your intent and, mayhap, I read wrongly, yet these thoughts flit through my mind and flirt with these cherries and their not-quite-all-right scent. I am struck by imagery of spoiling and what deeper meaning could lie therein.
Throughout, there is this lush, near overripe feel to the poem of bursting flavor and juices spilling forth, dark secrets, rich, pungent fragrance...such intense sensuality, luv...
My head fair reels with it. You are a virtuoso. I thank you for the privilege of this glimpse into your mind. :-*
