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furthest thing from beauty
I should put her in a bell jar, to keep her safe from bad things.
but mostly, from me; from my hands, that would vandalize the
flower of her delicate flesh – white oleander, beautiful & deadly.
and from my eyes; she loves my eyes.
I’d put a tub there, & watch her when she bathes, as she lavishes
the wanton female parts of her with soapy water. as she closes
her eyes & submits to the steamy embrace, her hand busy under
the floating bubbles, arousing the tormented cries of her evil angel.
I’ll watch her mouth move as she calls to the man who elicits her
orgasms. but in the silence of the bell jar, I won’t hear her
say my name.
there will be a bed just large enough for a woman & a phantom.
when she sleeps, I’ll know her dreams; I’ll crawl into her naked,
silent seduction, feel her body tremble under my touch, take
her the way a beast takes his mate. molest her like a savage,
not to love, but to fuck. exactly like that.
brown eyed lover, she calls me. the shining in my eyes is the torch
of my passion, & I burn her china doll skin so she feels the
suffering a woman endures. I am made of violence, & by violence
my desire erupts in bitter creams that cascade over her sorrow.
then I kiss her, & she forgets.
I walk among the naked poets, in fellatrix winds –
I am the furthest thing from beauty…
(Model: Emmanuelle Beart)
Published 22nd Sep 2016
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22nd Sep 2016 10:49pm
I walk among the naked poets, in fellatrix winds –
I am the furthest thing from beauty…
Such a lovely shade of tragedy,John. Beauty thrives in the darkest of shadows as well as the in flame of passion. It remains there,waiting to be seen by those of us who can....
I am the furthest thing from beauty…
Such a lovely shade of tragedy,John. Beauty thrives in the darkest of shadows as well as the in flame of passion. It remains there,waiting to be seen by those of us who can....
23rd Sep 2016 00:18am
23rd Sep 2016 1:04am
JohnFeddeler ... what an incredible scene you weave ... left me breathless, really
23rd Sep 2016 3:28am
Nice poem, I like that second to last paragraph with its visionary.... Bitter creams reminds me of dark chocolates.....
23rd Sep 2016 6:29am
Beautiful and animalistic. I feel the need to "feed". Enjoyed the darkness Mr F. Thank you as always.
Anonymous
23rd Sep 2016 7:24am
yours: `and from my eyes; she loves my eyes.`
mine: `and from my poetry; she loves my poetry.`
My, oh my ... I am rather speechless by this piece ... another King Noir production ... stellar lines & all around blu ink ... you`re such a romantic tragedy which makes me often wonder about you: Is it Art imitating life or vice versa? ... Hmm ... perhaps one day we`ll know ... love to you, John ... ~Devlin/Doll
mine: `and from my poetry; she loves my poetry.`
My, oh my ... I am rather speechless by this piece ... another King Noir production ... stellar lines & all around blu ink ... you`re such a romantic tragedy which makes me often wonder about you: Is it Art imitating life or vice versa? ... Hmm ... perhaps one day we`ll know ... love to you, John ... ~Devlin/Doll
23rd Sep 2016 7:25pm
23rd Sep 2016 9:55pm
23rd Sep 2016 10:54pm
She suffers but she sticks around, awaiting a beast blessed with vision and eloquence. You make no apologies. You're may be "the furthest thing from beauty," but you're a hard case and truly fine poet.
24th Sep 2016 00:07am
A captivating write John...your words painted the picture in front of me...the last 2 lines show the imbalance that can happen when we live that part of us above all others...
25th Sep 2016 4:54am
28th Sep 2016 8:02am
something about this
has me smiling
like an idiot...
... i am all for beasts,
mister feddeler,
princes really are
good for nothing
xo
has me smiling
like an idiot...
... i am all for beasts,
mister feddeler,
princes really are
good for nothing
xo
Anonymous
1st Oct 2016 11:34pm
Sir John....*shaking my head*.......
" take
her the way a beast takes his mate. molest her like a savage,
not to love, but to fuck. exactly like that."
~ I'll take me some of that, yes, please.......
With love always - Taryn xoxo
" take
her the way a beast takes his mate. molest her like a savage,
not to love, but to fuck. exactly like that."
~ I'll take me some of that, yes, please.......
With love always - Taryn xoxo
