Sunday, September 03, 2006

throat of a flower


he pressed his velvet, carmine lips
delicately into her slumbering bosom
and his moist breath trickled
along her glistening, gliding chest wall

he wrapped his raw and trembling pride
in the mist of her gauzy scent
which rose sluggishly
from her slumbering bosom

tendrils of her breath stroked his tender scalp,
bleeding hunger into his very core
a hunger for her - sleeping Muse
with the throat of a flower

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ABOUT THIS POEM inspired by a dream-fantasy of ardlair, who has left us in his dust. dearest ardlair, you needn't worry - its not a marriage proposal (got me one of them already y'know ... not really looking to trade in) ... just a poem.

the enchantment of lupa

image/artist: the enchantment, artist unknown

lupa sings a dark requiem:
a heavy, wailing melody
for her dying mortal self,
lupa chants, hauntingly -
stroking the harpischord of her spellbound spirit,
and her lyrical lament shatters
the tumbling hush of her forest lair;

shards of grief pierce lupa's throat,
squeezing all feminine grace
from her glistening pink flesh;
tendrils of mist that dance erratic'ly -
licking lupa's sinewy, velvet-skinned feet -
bathe in a shimmering stream
of the plump, ripe moon

silver splinters of moonlight
bleed profusely
into her delicate, porcelain flesh,
and barbed lustre gouges her lycanthic soul;
impaled, on a shaft of ripe moonlight:
mortal greed, lust and vanity;
infused, into the fabric of her spirit:
predation, hunger for a wild solitude,
and infinite, untamed purity

lupa howls with passionate grief
into the ears of an icy zephyr -
a weeping, wailing melody
wrapped in a torrent
of pearlesque moonlight;
shapes, shifting, in this dirge -
the enchantment of lupa

lupa sings a dark requiem
at the moment of her enchantment
her lyrical lament withers
into the gutteral, piteous cries
of a solitary wolf, perched
eternally on the torn husks
of her fall from mortality

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ABOUT THIS POEM: inspired entiredly by the image. i tried to capture the moment of metamorphosis in this piece. not sure if i achieved it or not. possibly its too abstract?

Saturday, September 02, 2006

my raven heart

image: artist unknown

bite my raven heart
squeeze it
with your tongue,
stroking deftly, curiously, slowly
and it shall breathe
a sweet canticle into your soul

pulverize my raven heart
with your teeth;
morsels
of its screaming rubra pulp
stain your lips,
and sit heavily in your throat

bite my raven heart
shatter
its porcelain sheath
as you roll it between your soiled fingers
and shards of my raven heart
will dive into your tender hand-flesh

and you shall BLEED BLEED bleed
and your blood shall wash the filth away
and your raw wounds will fester
and they shall weep
- and you shall weep -
for my raven heart

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ABOUT THIS POEM: in all honesty? i'm not sure what this one's about. lupin thinks its direct toward my dad ... or toward the notorious 39, of 17 and 39. i dunno. i just know that it was inspired by a pablo neruda poem i read ... and the day i wrote this poem a dark feel had cast itself over me.

death - a tetracyt

image: artist unknown

hell -
i know,
i saw you
die, it haunts me;
undigested shreds:
food, bile, sang, vomit, and
the scent of shit, spiced with
that punk aroma of dead blood;
that gutteral wretching - cancer's final blow
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ABOUT THIS POEM: inspired by a patient i watched die. the post that describes the story of this man's horrific death is here