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darker skies: exiled moon
she knows us. virgin moon, who observes us from her absolute
reign in the burnished sky, as we assassinate loneliness in the
conscripted rush of our sex. she knows us: we are outlaw lovers,
we are vanities; & we become her poem.
I walk into the bath when you have left the tub, blotting the
wetness from your scrubbed skin. you are the dangerous flower
in my garden. your beauty is the rose, & the thorn of the rose;
a soldier’s deliverance in the arsenal of a woman.
your eyes would weep for me, your heart would break for me, &
your beauty hurts me. your tears, that I kiss & swallow till they
make me drunk.
how you’ve posed for me, explicit & outrageous as a whore,
bending & crouching. you stand by the mirror, exposing fully
your front & your back, as if you were two harlots in my harem.
when I am aroused & you are wet, not from your bath but from
your sinless desires, you take me to the room where you paint.
among the landscapes & drawings, we fall into the savage dance
of desolate lovers.
there is the music of steel guitars & angry drums & gritty-voiced
singers, & you whisper something about ‘love for evermore.’ you
grip me tightly & urge me to blast your shuddering insides with
thick creams of absolution & I bite your shoulder & I call you a
dirty name & I explode!..... & it’s over.
all of this in the silent sight of the moon.
she knows us. and she incarcerates us in tormented poems…
(Artist unknown)
Published 3rd Aug 2016
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3rd Aug 2016 10:01pm
Interesting juxtaposition of incarceration from
something so distant, metaphorically speaking.
She does ebb our tides, but in mercy also
allows them to flow into music and art.
Lovely work, John.
something so distant, metaphorically speaking.
She does ebb our tides, but in mercy also
allows them to flow into music and art.
Lovely work, John.
3rd Aug 2016 10:49pm
"she knows us. virgin moon, who observes us from her absolute
reign in the burnished sky, as we assassinate loneliness in the
conscripted rush of our sex" <--- just these first few lines captured me with imagery that was like an arousing build up to a beautiful climax.
John, I'm always bedazzled by your pen....
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3rd Aug 2016 11:50pm
"when I am aroused & you are wet, not from your bath but from
your sinless desires, you take me to the room where you paint.
among the landscapes & drawings, we fall into the savage dance
of desolate lovers."
John I get lost in the landscapes of your poems..
the passion of them so beautiful..
love Crim
your sinless desires, you take me to the room where you paint.
among the landscapes & drawings, we fall into the savage dance
of desolate lovers."
John I get lost in the landscapes of your poems..
the passion of them so beautiful..
love Crim
4th Aug 2016 1:05am
'when I am aroused & you are wet, not from your bath but from
your sinless desires, you take me to the room where you paint.
among the landscapes & drawings, we fall into the savage dance
of desolate lovers. '
A stunning love story,filled with passion and moonbeams.....
your sinless desires, you take me to the room where you paint.
among the landscapes & drawings, we fall into the savage dance
of desolate lovers. '
A stunning love story,filled with passion and moonbeams.....
4th Aug 2016 10:01pm
Incredible imagery ... And without repeating ... What Rain highlighted ... Just beautiful JohnFeddeler ...
5th Aug 2016 1:22am
Being a prisoner in her arms would be a thrill. Even the torment would be worth it, times being hard...
Anonymous
5th Aug 2016 3:55am
Sir John....grabbed at the beginning as always, brain struggling to "see"....But oh this line....how one word in it "hit me"...wrapping it all up...
"you whisper something about ‘love for evermore.’ "
With love always - Taryn xoxoxo
"you whisper something about ‘love for evermore.’ "
With love always - Taryn xoxoxo
5th Aug 2016 7:32pm
5th Aug 2016 9:07pm
Eloquent in elegance
"Your beauty is the rise and thorn of the rose"
And then
"A soldiers deliverance in the ARSEnal of a woman"
just love it
"Your beauty is the rise and thorn of the rose"
And then
"A soldiers deliverance in the ARSEnal of a woman"
just love it
6th Aug 2016 00:39am
You alway have a way of
leaving feelings and intensities
making love to my marrow.
thank you my cherish'd one
-Howlings
leaving feelings and intensities
making love to my marrow.
thank you my cherish'd one
-Howlings
6th Aug 2016 10:21am
& much like passion,
she is ever changing ...
... i think i understand
what chekov meant
about moonlight
& broken glass
xo
she is ever changing ...
... i think i understand
what chekov meant
about moonlight
& broken glass
xo
