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what was; let's not
it’s a blue opera: the craquelure odyssey of a heart.
the blank wall stares back at me, as devoid of art as I am.
I’d put on a crash helmet & walk thru that wall, if I could
find her on the other side.
I never figured a dame like her, shy as the blush on a pink rose,
would open for a dusty nighthawk like me. she should have
noticed the ghostly kissprints on my face, & heard the buzz of a
warning: no. not him.
being selfish, I take as much from a woman as she’s got to lose.
her eyes, her lips, the smell of her hair; her throat, that comes
easily to the brace of my hand. all of her beauty, in the sheets,
where I wanted it.
I didn’t kiss her, I mauled her, they coulda called it a crime,
smooth criminal, fondling with intent to rape. & she did me just
as hard, knocking over things that got in our way, ripping clothes,
falling vulgarly onto the bed as if the sun had burned off our wings.
& after I come down, she’s still torchy & euphoric, she’s got her back
against me, saying hold me hold me, & all I can think is to caress her
tits. I need to move off the wet spot, I need uppers, a drink, something.
maybe then I figure this whole sordid affair is too intense, I fall deeper
into her heart, & her into mine, & I know for sure we will hurt each
other, I could catch the next train out, she’ll forget me in time & I’ve
already forgotten her, we’ll get our separate fixes with the next lover &
the one after that….. sure, we could do that
but baby, let’s not…
(Art: Alfred Stieglitz)
Published 11th Sep 2016
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11th Sep 2016 2:10am
'but baby, let’s not… '
That one line says it all. Let's not,indeed.
You really blew my mind with this one,John. Bittersweet tears and the perfect artwork in black and white.
Another masterpiece....
That one line says it all. Let's not,indeed.
You really blew my mind with this one,John. Bittersweet tears and the perfect artwork in black and white.
Another masterpiece....
11th Sep 2016 5:17am
Words of reluctant wisdom... touches me simply, deeply. Too real, too raw, like all your poetry.
11th Sep 2016 10:19am
A cautionary note for all:
I fall deeper
into her heart, & her into mine, & I know for sure we will hurt each
other
I fall deeper
into her heart, & her into mine, & I know for sure we will hurt each
other
11th Sep 2016 11:43am
Can't run from the flame forever. Might as well burn so you can resurrect, and only then know Love.
Thought provoking write depicting surrender, John.
Thought provoking write depicting surrender, John.
12th Sep 2016 2:43am
John I must say that I just love this line. So much meaning and the imaginary in this line.
"falling vulgarly onto the bed as if the sun had burned off our wings"
Perfect
Keith
"falling vulgarly onto the bed as if the sun had burned off our wings"
Perfect
Keith
12th Sep 2016 11:29pm
Sounds like you met your match with this one. A dame with some fight in her makes for better times, and possibly a better write. That fire burns both ways.
Anonymous
13th Sep 2016 8:16am
`but baby, let's not`. . .Oh, my Noir King. . .your closing verse(s) are just simply to die for, literally. . .how you manage to conjure such euphoria is best that I do not know;). . .love to you. . .~Devlin/Doll.
13th Sep 2016 3:13pm
14th Sep 2016 7:51am
My freakingheavenlyburns.. .
as always you demand things
from within us, when traces
your letters..
-Howlings
as always you demand things
from within us, when traces
your letters..
-Howlings
