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blue flowers (so she'll know)
never give a dame flowers.
they wilt & wither as quick as the sordid vows of love
written on the wind; embers like butterfly wings
rising from the afterglow.
don’t check your inbox for paper hearts or candy kisses,
I’m too cruel for that. instead I will make you blue
poems, composed in the deepest indigo ink: so
perverse that they can only be called romance.
a poem in which I take your naked, trembling body
across my knees, to rub & kiss your sexy ass, before I
beat it with the hammer of my palms; thunderclaps that
will shake the sky & drown out your anguished wails. as
you weep, I will know that your tears are not pretended.
the bruises will bloom like roses, & ecstasy’s cream will
flow down your thighs, because that is poetry.
call me vagabond or artist, vandal or lover; interloper in the
wilderness of your dreams, a garden without flowers.
return to your cellar now, & make love to your serenity.
when you are three fingers deep in your blue fantasy,
say my name…
(Art: Daisuke Yakota)
Published 17th Feb 2016
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Anonymous
17th Feb 2016 10:34pm
John Feddler!
A love the color and fee if this.
A love the color and fee if this.
18th Feb 2016 2:46am
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18th Feb 2016 10:16am
This is godly and stunning. Three fingers though, that just isn't plausible. Love the theme. Epic style of debauchery too.
Ah! John...oooh honeyed body art...speckled blue masterpieces on rear...my favorite canvas...
You always pick perfect art that add to your pieces as well...
I admire this piece...it is beautiful perverse and so sexy...
poems, composed in the deepest indigo ink: so
🌹perverse that they can only be called romance. 🎼
a favorite line of the month...
the bruises will bloom like roses, & ecstasy’s cream will
flow down your thighs, because that is poetry.
agreed...a delicious thought.
love
jen
You always pick perfect art that add to your pieces as well...
I admire this piece...it is beautiful perverse and so sexy...
poems, composed in the deepest indigo ink: so
🌹perverse that they can only be called romance. 🎼
a favorite line of the month...
the bruises will bloom like roses, & ecstasy’s cream will
flow down your thighs, because that is poetry.
agreed...a delicious thought.
love
jen
18th Feb 2016 4:35pm
The slayer of Ambiguity; I love it. Crystal and direct. I agree about the flowers, planet a tree, a bush, something that lives on.
18th Feb 2016 6:17pm
I love the second line in this piece, it's spot on. As usual you have written a wonderful poem and it's beautiful in it's own sordid way. The metaphor of the beatings taking the place of the mental beatings we take in love is absolutely grand. I love it. This one goes on my RL, it's filled with your wonderful work.
Thanks Mr F
John
Thanks Mr F
John
18th Feb 2016 9:48pm
just an amazing ink spill JohnFeddeler, no matter what the color.... read it three times ...
18th Feb 2016 10:43pm
I wish i could respond to this immediately in a more worthy manner,,, but tears are blurring my vision... in love with the bluest of blues... blue angel xox
19th Feb 2016 12:56pm
call me vagabond or artist, vandal or lover; interloper in the
wilderness of your dreams, a garden without flowers.
those are some great lines
wilderness of your dreams, a garden without flowers.
those are some great lines
6th Apr 2016 6:03pm
Great erotic imagery and a unique kind of descriptive love. Well done, this one I add to my list.
30th Jun 2016 7:49am
Flowers are overrated.A garden without them is beauty in waiting.Well put on so many levels.
