Silvering thighs
Dressed afraid sometimes
Stretching my face
My useless nose
Sensory nightfall guillotine
Dolorous you see
Absolute sacrificing personalities
Beckoning these words
Seeding so effortlessly
For the bawdy tongued freedom
Where mud thickens your feet
Unwrapping bearded cavaliers
The priceless ego maniacs
Loving wombs in multitudes
Reading Poe lamenting aprons
Viewing their blues
Your kind is known
Nail biting fool
Let me recite you to squirm
My tableau cornered palpitations
Seducing your juggled scheme
O’ why so bashful gentleman
On my rugs you’ve knelt
Cigar tasting this revolution
Hinging isn’t it
Polarizing was us two
Terrifying isn’t it
My poetry of truth
Lipsticking your concupiscent suicide
Ask me why I did it
Why I faked it with you
Well tell you spirit
Poe was romantic
Macabre was you
And cryptography darling revealed I was never literally in love with you
Dedicating all of my words above to the ingenious plague of poetry, soaring ever so mighty sternum-stitching my pride to be nothing but madly in love with my madding madness. Bid you all the looniest of sleeps, peace evermore.
This has a very sharp bite, and I really love the voice in the poem, especially with your sly humor mixed in here. And I must say the line “Sensory nightfall guillotine” is absolutely amazing!!
Thank you darling
Oh, beautiful! Yes, yes, yes.
Thank you mucho
wow..so effortlessly you have pulled this one out of your nous…..and YOU have the magic to create such images of life and desires…metaphorical romance with your words…..haha…..loving it…
and a good sleep…:)
Always a good sleep, well not always, but with poetry for sure
thank you truly. .
it is an itching sucking cracking plague the thing called poetry, full of wet creamy action full of aching and kicking and juicy biting
Woman I am shaking my head in a agreeance
Its a beautiful piece!!
Thank you
Wow! – amazing writing.
Thank you, glad you digged it
I’m just laughing over here…I honestly do not know how you can do this…It’s so remarkable and so amazingly vivid…Just…sigh…amazing, mari
I was laughing too. Many cavaliers, sigh. . xo
Great piece and I too like the “bite” at the end.
Thank you so much
I keep on thinking, Mari, as I read your poems, wow, this is one of the best yet. And then there’s another, and I think the same! Half the time I haven’t a clue what they are really about, but the fluidity of the words invites us to use our imagination. They conjure a mood, without demanding a solution. And as you called this one “Femme Fatale”, I’m hearing Velvet Underground as I read!
John, it is similar to visual art surreal stanzas.
Sort of a reminder to society with a hint of feminism : )
Thank you for stopping by, always appreciate you kind comments.