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TURN THE KEY II ( Written in collaboration with the brilliant always fascinating, Katja {Earth_Child})
you were a caviar'd lie bursting on my tongue,
i was ripe for the taste of you , famish'd for the deceptive sweetness ov seduction
swallowing every sweetheart as it slipp'd quicksilver smooth
from the vacancy beneath your chest, hedione scent'd, prussian blue tint'd
it danced as incense
licking the aether, a fork'd appendage tangling in a macabre french kiss
Sweeping sanctuary floor
with stained glass shards littered
bearing, now shattered, images
unworthy, self-possessed lovers.
by own mercurial words poisoned
swords, once stiff and brilliant
nestled in her sheath
now tarnished, on her knee broken
jewels extracted from their hilts,
revealed as worthless stone
now adorn a dung heap
Labor finished, looking up
blazing Sun through colored glass
Mistress Goddess perfect form
no voluptuous curve unaccounted
brilliant eyes like lasers pierce the soul
succulent lips, that yesterday frowned
form captivating smile
breast emerge from flowing robes
opalescent, perfect globes
ruby nipples proud and erect
model of grace, exemplar of beauty
longing now to play her music
to be in close company
sit and watch her dance
i undress'd, an immaculate whore bar'd astride the blood swollen deception
mistaken for love
{tho it beats like a heart} right there, in the heart ov me;
as i swallow the vespers ov your breathlessness,
nourish myself, my dying ego in touch that shifts from one curve to the next...
... in that moment of transient demise, the pinnacle where the cracks in us
bend & shatter, i weep
i was ripe for the taste of you , famish'd for the deceptive sweetness ov seduction
swallowing every sweetheart as it slipp'd quicksilver smooth
from the vacancy beneath your chest, hedione scent'd, prussian blue tint'd
it danced as incense
licking the aether, a fork'd appendage tangling in a macabre french kiss
Sweeping sanctuary floor
with stained glass shards littered
bearing, now shattered, images
unworthy, self-possessed lovers.
by own mercurial words poisoned
swords, once stiff and brilliant
nestled in her sheath
now tarnished, on her knee broken
jewels extracted from their hilts,
revealed as worthless stone
now adorn a dung heap
Labor finished, looking up
blazing Sun through colored glass
Mistress Goddess perfect form
no voluptuous curve unaccounted
brilliant eyes like lasers pierce the soul
succulent lips, that yesterday frowned
form captivating smile
breast emerge from flowing robes
opalescent, perfect globes
ruby nipples proud and erect
model of grace, exemplar of beauty
longing now to play her music
to be in close company
sit and watch her dance
i undress'd, an immaculate whore bar'd astride the blood swollen deception
mistaken for love
{tho it beats like a heart} right there, in the heart ov me;
as i swallow the vespers ov your breathlessness,
nourish myself, my dying ego in touch that shifts from one curve to the next...
... in that moment of transient demise, the pinnacle where the cracks in us
bend & shatter, i weep
Published 26th May 2019
Author's Note
Whenever discussed, I seize the opportunity to write with Katja. I thrill with the challenge of weaving my words and style with her unique literary beauty. I am taught by her. I bask in her brilliance.
All writing remains the property of the author. Don't use it for any purpose without their permission.
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27th May 2019 8:25pm
27th May 2019 9:02pm
Thank you Sir Crow! It is always a happy thing when you comment. J am sorry to have missed many of yours of late.
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- Edited 27th May 2019 8:27pm
27th May 2019 8:26pm
screw the poem, that damn authors note of yours made me tear up and cry.
mon ami, you are one of my favorite inktercourse partners, i adore the freedom & ease with which we create.
my gratitude to you for sharing the gift of your pen with me... feel free to uhmm dip into my inkwell when you're uhmm... running dry 😂
again, thank you, ever so much
this one means a lot to me, more than i can express... especially now.
i cherish the experience
with much love
xo
mon ami, you are one of my favorite inktercourse partners, i adore the freedom & ease with which we create.
my gratitude to you for sharing the gift of your pen with me... feel free to uhmm dip into my inkwell when you're uhmm... running dry 😂
again, thank you, ever so much
this one means a lot to me, more than i can express... especially now.
i cherish the experience
with much love
xo
27th May 2019 9:00pm
Merci beacoup mon amie enchanteur! No matter my level of wetness, I will dip my pen in your inkwell 😁. I am ecstatic That you find me worthy of that honor...makes me tingle with anticipation. Say the word I'll spill.
27th May 2019 8:58pm
27th May 2019 9:06pm
Thank you so much, Tim! Katja makes me.better poet. I feel her magic coursing through my veins when we write. Her metaphors are intense.
