Inside the Velvet Owl

Welcome to the Velvet owl;
Where the Howling Wolf is playing
and many tables are vacant!

There was a time when the Owl
was crowded and the music
was heard out loud…

The show now is in a glooming light
and the only costumer remained
there lonely all the night…

So we say to him every single day
When he quietly appears
with pencil paper and money…

“Welcome to the Velvet owl;
Where the Howling Wolf is playing
and many tables are vacant!”

“Here the dusk has many colors;
Lilac, blue, purple, green and red;
as many as our ladies secrets!”

But in the Velvet Owl
there is no more many ladies
and their secrets vanished in the glow…

Only one lady still performed
the old dance as the Assyrian Goddess
and all the ages of man’s lust…

Without secrets to hide, her body moved;
slower than the music’s tune;
but faster as his lingering gaze…

Only his hands moved…
faster as her hips danced…
and dissolute as his thinking mind…

…

“Oh, Dancing Goddess; Lady of the Night
craft your dance perpetual
my reigning star of sky bright;
reward my faith turning me immortal!”

The man wrote in a paper sheet
disguised as profane coin;
and slipped in her tight pants…

And she danced faster and gaudily
for the man; the Goddess danced
in her modern sacred sanctuary.

She waved her telluric vest
revealing her ebony breast;
The man body jolted, elemental powers awakened…

In the Velvet Owl, forlorn time danced
at night time an alluring parade
perfumed by eldritch Gods….

Dance! Sex ! Love ! War !
The elder gods shouted briskly
as in the primeval ages lost in our memories…

Dark and light then Dark again;
In the magnificent silence we hear:
Astarte! Lilith! Bast! Demeter!

The voyeur poet, like all the poets,
since the dawn of time,
venerated the dance with ceremonial hymns…

The music swiftly finished….
White lights illuminated the stage,
The bare dancer reposed wholly exposed…

Sweaty poems mingled with money
covered the dancing floor
unread by oblivious humans eyes…

The man left grinning with satisfaction
in his mind just recollections
of lustful night at the Velvet Owl

Farewell from the Velvet owl;
Where the Howling Wolf is playing
and many tables are vacant!