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follow the dark
in ‘the Temptress,’ Garbo said – I meet so many men –
but she did not smile.
I gave a woman a name, & at times, my craving is a wilderness
without borders, & I call her by that name. she comes, knowing
my desperation. I’ve told her not to let other men call her that,
even if she falls in love.
she tells me she’s already fallen, & she only hears that name
when I speak it. we know passion; we know the hurt that love
brings. her world is small, but there are so many men.
even in the cold of my hermitage, she offers herself naked, &
upon our bed, she opens the petals of her fury; we are surrounded
by the storm of our bruising desire, as she ignites like a star,
3 times 3… when we alight in the eye of the hurricane, I’m done.
I’m rapturously gone.
I tell her to sleep, & maybe she is thinking, are you done with me now?
it is in her dream that we are beautiful,
where we are simply our carnal selves –
and speak no more of love…
(Art: Elena Kasparovich)
Published 10th Dec 2016
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10th Dec 2016 7:36pm
'it is in her dream that we are beautiful,
where we are simply our carnal selves – '
A woman in blue, made beautiful by the
hand of a masterful poet. Thank you,
for another amazing read...
where we are simply our carnal selves – '
A woman in blue, made beautiful by the
hand of a masterful poet. Thank you,
for another amazing read...
10th Dec 2016 8:09pm
10th Dec 2016 8:18pm
You keep like to keep it pure and carnal, here, none of the dance of romance, but love somehow finds a way despite the pain. A pleasure to follow you down the darkest ways...
10th Dec 2016 10:01pm
Anonymous
11th Dec 2016 3:37am
John, here are my lines this time....
"she opens the petals of her fury; we are surrounded
by the storm of our bruising desire, as she ignites like a star"
~ the visual is amazing here...so grateful to be blessed by your poetry...With love, always - Kitten xoxo
"she opens the petals of her fury; we are surrounded
by the storm of our bruising desire, as she ignites like a star"
~ the visual is amazing here...so grateful to be blessed by your poetry...With love, always - Kitten xoxo
11th Dec 2016 4:11am
"I tell her to sleep, & maybe she is thinking, are you done with me now?"
When is anyone ever done with anything but until they step into the dark, never to return? Maybe even not after then.
Your words grasp tightly well into the midnight. Wonderful, as always.
When is anyone ever done with anything but until they step into the dark, never to return? Maybe even not after then.
Your words grasp tightly well into the midnight. Wonderful, as always.
11th Dec 2016 6:25am
I agree with Taryn about that line, ' she opens the petals of her fury ' is just an amazing allegory on its own and compliments this well written poem.....
11th Dec 2016 11:39am
John you are the unobtainable King of sexual tension, want and need..
love Crim
love Crim
2nd Jan 2017 1:36pm
No one does it quite like you sir. Damn, John this is eroticism at its finest.
You give the grimy, sweet, whorish, harsh gritty kind of feel. Man I
love this.
Will
You give the grimy, sweet, whorish, harsh gritty kind of feel. Man I
love this.
Will
