He drew her once, long ago
stirring within him an artist’s soul
her lithe form, drawn with satin lead
in the dim light as she lay in bed.
The ghost of her, with memories fleeting
is all he had not long ago
from one mistake, their love was tested
as her ghost hovered with the spectral shades
intent on malice, draining the chalice
which held the wine of the love they made.
Beyond the haunted meadows deep
among the darkened shadows creep
their loneliness without the other
as carried on the breathless fog
one love, two souls, eyes closed and all
without a hope or thought or dream.
Then a smile and the following day
the taste, the feelings returns to play
her soft voice sighs; his lust, his wants
as he saw her bending among the trees
her luscious form sends him to his knees...
Her fingertips he grabbed to kiss
dipped in the secluded pool of love
the breeze carried the water spray
among her moans of ecstasy
the bows of light shimmering
danced within their blood enflamed
and melded with Infinity.
His eyes well up, it’s hard to breathe
his stomach tightens when she’s not there
his unquenchable fire for her desire
in the grayish, sunless murky air
stays its flame when she is gone,
he can’t unwind, his love profound.
A dewdrop of sweat at the midnight hour
beads on his forehead mightily furrowed
as his thoughts of her still being there
sculpts her like a work of art
that dissipates with the gaseous cloud
of mushrooms from his pizza fart.
Now in the tub, eyes glazed over
I can’t believe what I see-
she’s not there, he’s lost control
in the water long gone cold
with knife in hand intent on slits,
tell me it will not end like this!
Resurrected, Iceman riseths!
With warm blue eyes and frosted hair
though inside he melts with desire
sung into his mic soap-on-a-rope
butt-naked there, he turns on the shower
dreaming of their wedding hour
and comic books, and injustice to
the matchstick people in his living room
running with death fast on their heels.
The day approaches, the deep blue sky
beckons them to the far horizon
and up from the earth’s hot core fire
their love ignites the rainbow’s spire
that guides their way and glistens on
their soon found peace and tranquility.
Spread on the bed, her lips now moist
she feels the warmth of his touch
she cannot move, no, not at all
and cries out for his tongue to flick
in exploration her tightness wet
to the deepest realms of her desire
as pleasure rockets up her spine
and he feels his way through her soul and mind
in a searing ecstasy
as passion is unbound and untied.
He’s ninety-three, she’s twenty-one
she gives him his daily bathy sponge
then he croaks with a ghastly grin
in a pool of liquid mystery,
she says her last goodbye to him
moaning and writhing and rolling her eyes
complete with a counterfeit orgasm!
This tale now ends as she spreads
her sexual wings and takes to flight
and as the world fades away
these two to flesh once surrendering
with arms and legs tightly entwined
ending where it first began
with a kiss and a rippling of a sigh
that leaves a soft smile from a woman’s face
in the portrait of the human race.
Author notes
Part VIII of the Epic Adventures of candy177
70-97 of her husband Icemancm Poems:
‘Blinded’ through ‘Drawing of Her’
Honest Disclaimer: I wrote it, then I read the contest rules. 
Written November 2nd, 2005
In a list
A contest entry
- ~Here Comes the Bride~ (Contest) by candy177.
1000 points, ended November 9, 2005, 10 entries
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
What did you think
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I can't put up pretty pictures anymore! No more silver membership...maybe I'll get one again next year...just don't see much use for it since I don't write much right now.
I'm glad you weren't upset about the DQ...while I love it and it's cool, it wouldn't be fair. And fair I gotta be....LOL
Pastiche? Isn't that a Greek food?
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P.S. the 'official' category for this piece would be 'pastiche', though I would just call it a 'derivation'...!
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'Tis OK, candy, it will be a fine collection drawn from the both of your works when finished, that is, if 'Iceman' doesn't mind! (I began with his oldest poems first, the opposite of yours...)
and P.S. when you do start writing again, don't forget all the household appliances and the pretty pictures, which attracted me to your writing in the first place! (kindred spirits) and congratulations to the both of you!
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Okay, as much as I like it, you must be disqualified. I think you know that though...because you did not write from your own words, using his poetry and ideas...but then you strung your own thoughts into it. Does that make sense? I am pretty sure you know what I mean though.
Anyway, you knew we would like it..
And we did. We sat here laughing (even if it was to ourselves sometimes LOL) amidst fond remembrance of writings past. If I could applaud more, I would, but you do deserve applause. I'll tell him to come on and applaud it too. 
Anyway, thanks dude...you never fail to make me laugh...and you sucked me in too...until he farted.
Thanks again for thinking of us...and I do appreciate the honest disclaimer.
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thanks, you liking it, I think that is a good omen! lol
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OK, same thing as lyrical. It was all so fine and beautiful, your words were captivating me... then "pizza fart" out of the blue!
After that, well, the fart thing really startled me, so I couldn't tell whether to take it seriously or not! lol And then you got into the "he's 93, she's 21" business, and got me again!
But, seriously now, this actually was a good write. You really how to entrance a reader!
the daughter started by random farts
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Well shit, I like it. I bet they will to if they ever get off their honeymoon and come back to judge this . Great write, and I like how you incorporated him and her together.
~Carrie
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Thanks, SongByrd, for the critique, I kept you 'interested in nothing'- very intriguing... a skill obtained through abstract writing, no doubt!
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This poem was a little long but I was compelled to keep reading. I was checking out the contest and this was the most inriguing title so I read and kept reading. You have a very good skill to keep the reader interested in nothing really. I don't know the people you happened to write about but you kept me wanting more. Great Job. A little long but great write. Always pen from the heart and you shall never write wrong.
Thank you for sharing,
Good luck in the contest
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Well your write was great.And classic Wbiro.And the comments were fun too.HA!~~~Suseann
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Thank you, Bel, original, interesting, creative, and sucking, what more could one strive for?
lol
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Most definately an original write to say the least.
Interesting choice of words here, very creative.
Youi certainly know how to suck a reader in. And if not for the fat I'm almost certain the reader would have been sucked in deeper....LOL
Blessings
Bel -
Thanks for looking out for me. I'll remember that
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Thank you, Lyrical, for the read, and the comment, but be careful when you say 'suck' and 'fart' in the same sentence...! lol you crazy and caring and loving brother!
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You silly man. What the heck? You pulled me in...no no NO you SUCKED me in, had me all excited...then WAM, somebody farted.
Good grief bro!! THIS is why I love you!
~Lyrical
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WOW... THis is awesome.. I haven't figured out if it is supposed to be funny or not... LOL... Good luck in the contest!!!
Hugs,
Beth
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