lay with me in secret

seductive poetry from an untamable heart..

so passionate John..

love Crim

John--
The final two lines are  
agonizing,
provoking,
and mystifying in the underlying truth.

'she gave me the last of her heart, & sequesters the fragments of mine
she won’t submit to other men who crave her
and she’ll never understand why I can’t love her… '

Great photo,John,and such a passionate piece. Worthy of a few well earned tears. Amazing....

sequestering fragments of time sounds like a great career opportunity

the deftness here is how the universe is part of this conspiracy - the rain that never comes
you paint a finely as her tattoo and the pages are born for your words just the same

*sigh*

You may be the one man who preserves some dignity.  Fawning is a loser's game.  Fine work.

Personally, I find the last verse unnecessary and overly conclusive. "In the rain that never comes", I feel, would be a much stronger, more symbolic, and powerful last line. That's not a major flaw in my reading of this piece, though, and is of course JMHO. Mostly, this poem has that dreamy transcendent quality that all your best work has, where there's no simple A to Z narrative, as such, but a slow, contemplative flight through an emotional landscape, where memory and metaphor are mixed up to mesmeric effect. Thank you for the read. - Jack xxx

thanks for reminding me of what i miss when away from this, the story telling, instant visuals and brilliance of your work has been missed.  will be checking for daily dose..curtsy bow

Whimsical and Beautiful...well captured John!!

We are what we are, John.
Theme of Desperado threads
through this read, wanting and wishing.

I find myself coming back again and again ... to take in your words that tell such incredibly melancholy tales ... each with hints of truth ... a window slightly open. ..peering into your world however briefly... and always in awe of your expression  ...

Sir John....it's lines like these that could stand on their own...you and your pen will always slay me...

"her name is limbic on my lips, so I call her baby
to cast her in the lineup of my farewell lovers"

With love always - Taryn xoxo

"eyes the color of Panzer clouds"

f'inged awesomeness!!!!

My other recent favourite: "sailing across a praetorian sky" from the poem "I made her broken".... and "fellatrix winds"....

Epic sky imagery these days (or back then!)