The sun crests the horizon, but
bows it’s head for us each night.
The spotlight stars die out and new
ones birth to light our play of passion.
Your pointes draw invisible murals
across the surface of our stage.
Every pas de basque and writhe echoes
the dancing flames within your heart.
I pluck the sound of teardrops, wept
for your beauty in violin pizzicato.
I lift the bow and every lilting note
and slur caresses your skin like silk.
Sighs rise around us, heartstrings
pulled at our tale of a neglected
angel. Falling from your pirouette,
laying still, lonely in hushed darkness.
Your dress in blackened tatters.
Blood stains scarlet upon your wings.
Heaven seems so far away, the
golden gates lie forever closed.
I kneel beside your prone form, my music
alpha and omega, the beginning and the
end. I give unto you athirst for the
fountain of the rivers of love, freely
My soul pours into you and the
tempo rises with your graceful body.
The song cries out yearning as
our dance reaches a crescendo.
The quavers ring our climax to the night,
your limbs go taught en pointe and then
release in your big finish. Your eyes alight
with intense serenity and passion.
Whickering rain falls from the twilight,
Whispering its applause. This moment
belongs to us. Heaven lies beyond grasp,
but pales to the paradise we make ourselves.
We lay still as shadows when the curtain falls.
The show is over and we’re spent. Costumes
and makeup come off, but one thing never changes
dark angel, the way that I’m in love with you.
Author notes
Originally i hadn't intended the "stage show" to look like a metaphor of making love. It kinda came out that way by accident and i decided to augment it.
Includes an alteration of the quote Revelation 21:6, "I am alpha and omega, the beginning and the end. I will give unto him that athirst for the fountains of the waters of life, freely.
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Wowsa.... that was indeed a tad bit seshual.
All jokes aside, this really was a beautiful piece. It resembled a painting, a dance, a piece of sheet music, and a fairytale all in one. I felt like I was reading a book, and yet it didn't have the lengthy time of one and flowed wonderfully. I mean, your transitions are to die for. Good job. -
in essence, this poem personally didn't speak to me. but that may actually be why i loved it so much. Instead of me feeling like i was a prt of the story, I felt like I was watching two people dance before me. I caught the sexual hint in there, but I don't know if I agree with it. The strongest mental imagery for me was a man with his hands on a ballerina's hips as she pointed to the sky.
This is a very gothic poem. One I would expect to see inscribed on the wall of a cathedral in some old european town or city. The imagery was just astonishing. Your word choice had such an emotion to it. I am so glad I read this. Really, I am. Though it didnt speak to me, it did show me something absolutely spectacular.
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your applauses
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I pluck the sound of teardrops, wept
for your beauty in violin pizzicato.
I lift the bow and every lilting note
and slur caresses your skin like silkCostumes
and makeup come off, but one thing never changes
dark angel, the way that I’m in love with you.
I only look at poeticnses and the classic passion
and the romatic feelings were so about here
a mixture of fantasy how you did it was amazing
comparing beauty to what farther
I see colors here the background did serve
your poem as a purpose
:love: the poem :":
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Ohhh. I love the imagery in this. I do. This is one of the best poems to portray imagery I have read in a while. Thanks for sharing.
Write on.
~*~SP~*~
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