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Hotel Guinevere
I
Black velveteen – Cascades of shadows.
An appearance at the door.
Such a world to explore.
The strange land of my mind… Comes alive.
All you are… Is a precipice of silence.
Enjoining to my… Mountainous stance.
Spirals of days (+) nights… Adjacent
Have arrived… Here – To this moment.
Where space (+) time will take us -
Who can say – In my... Expanding focus.
I just know -
You look like a witchy woman tonight.
In that… Clothing of midnight.
And I… Need you to cast a spell on me.
Or continue the spell… So witchily.
As the candlelight of the room
Lies in your eyes… Sublime.
Like pyres (+) fires
In the centers of stone henges.
All I see is desires
As your rolling imagination unhinges.
II
Your body heat… Is a radiant cosmology.
Interactive… Like time lapsed photography.
I become a texture… A velveteen mixture.
Scintillating.
Undiscovered nerve endings I discover.
And you…
You connect to me in a black supernova.
And I…
Absorb the fragments that fall all over
My bedroom… Formerly a gulf of darkness.
Opens into a black velveteen of the iris of Isis.
I don’t know what Heaven is
But it must shorely be something like this.
I don’t know what to say… So I just…
Admire your way (+) give you my trust
And give over – To the dark river
Of love become lust.
Published 15th May 2021
Author's Note
A complex of eroticism of a complex individual, sometimes... Most times...
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15th May 2021 7:47am
"I become a texture" ... love this line ... poetic gold ... original layout ... nice flow with this ... chock full of vivid images ... close lines bring the poem home ... excellent write ...
16th May 2021 11:31pm
15th May 2021 1:16pm
16th May 2021 11:32pm
15th May 2021 2:16pm
I enjoyed this tale of aliens, witchery and to me, complexities that remain personal .....the darkness mixing with imagery of soft tenderness or deep erotic lust.... powerful..... so so many lines that jump out and captivate, I'd have to quote the whole poem....I particularly enjoyed the repetition of 'velveteen' , a word that soothes and crates a sense of luxurious desire.... and a personal favorite.....
I was completely riveted and enthralled, reading. You'll have to keep us posted about the new mic!
Wonderful ink.
🌹 - 💙
xo
B
I was completely riveted and enthralled, reading. You'll have to keep us posted about the new mic!
Wonderful ink.
🌹 - 💙
xo
B
16th May 2021 11:35pm
Your perspective is most edifying!
I got the mic!
Going to plug in tonight... :)
Thank you!
I got the mic!
Going to plug in tonight... :)
Thank you!
21st Sep 2024 2:38pm
Very complex indeed and at the same time not. Love the, "I become a texture… A velveteen mixture.
Scintillating.
Undiscovered nerve endings I discover."
In that discovery is a knowledge that will forever be in grained.
Lovely Fia xoxo
Scintillating.
Undiscovered nerve endings I discover."
In that discovery is a knowledge that will forever be in grained.
Lovely Fia xoxo
