I pushed my palm flat
against your chestbone,
then clenched it to a fist
gathering inside it your robe
your underwear, stockings, shoes, jewelry
then pulled it away
opening my palm again
and letting the crippled content
drop to the floor.
mottled.
torn.
one heel broken in three.
your skin shivering.
I watched your white,
speechless,
the whiter than white even more mottled than the clothing
at my feet
ants running underneath your skin demolishing its smoothness
into crumbling salt
the promontory of nipples in seas of areolae on mountains of breasts
defiant of my violence
asking impudently
for the next touch
of flesh.
I begged for mercy.
And crows pulled the shirts off my shoulders
and coyotes the trousers off my legs
and beetles heaved the rest
leaving me naked
more than you,
needing
more than you.
I pointed my finger to the sky
invoking the hungry rainbow to gobble our bodies
following the trail heavily scarred by our mouths
and hands
the triumvirate of color and lust and love, oh, love.
We lay in the hay,
my finger drawing circles around your navel
slowly spiraling outwards
undecided yet if the break out will be
upwards
or downwards,
my mind intrigued by the clash between
concupiscence and bewilderment.
"What is the matter, lover?" you asked, sleepily.
I broke the mirror and raised a shard above your belly
showing you the rainbow trail spiraling outwards,
hesitating between upwards
or downwards.
You made the decision.
I merely executed it...
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Well I seem to find myself with a dismal problem. With only two people who followed all the rules I can't seem to be able to award the prizes. If you send me a message I will send you points for your entry. Thank you for entering.
Cheryl
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thank you, cheryl, but no need for points. it was my pleasure to participate
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Congrats on following the rules set forth for this contest, you are one of a very few who could. Thanks for entering.
Cheryl -
Love, oh love... your poetry is more than poetry. What a great vivid picture of love from the beginning. This is how Real love looks like. I can feel it to my bones, it left me a gap of vacuum, somewhere in the "middle" of my core and I am still in a need for air. Only you can do it this way and it will follow me through my days. The whole poem is much more than a great passionate Beauty. I would dare to use your own words - This is the triumvirate of color and lust and love. Love, oh love...
~Sonja~
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love, oh, love... same for me as god, oh, god...
thank you sweet sonja
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"I begged for mercy."
*gasps* Ummm...yeahhh...Mercy. Me, too, please. Mercy me. lolMy God, how you singe this cybernetic parchment, my Friend.
Impeccable penning, Scribe. Pure, fiery & relentless. *grins atcha*
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there is no way that i could comment on such a comment and make it right. thus, simply, thank you
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And the mirror brought the rainbow down to earth to where the lovers lay in the hay... passionate, intense piece of writing this is...but that is how you love and how you write love, my friend... beautifully sensual.
~ Nicolette
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true - passionate, intense it is . thanks my dear nicolette
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