i am a prophet

with rolled up trousers

and open jacket,

i have heard violins in Paris

yet with smudged knees

before you entranced,

voice of pale sherbet

snare drum indulgence,

you took me  to the rooftops

overlooking fullest sea,

i wrote to the back of my skull

with it’s literary granite lesions,

flew with sunrise

alien chorus comes as

if both worlds imitate,

i wanted your eyes

before then went to sleep

to see the bondage we feel,

your spell fell on my ear

resistance would only be sorrow,

then to the shrieking jungle

riffs and strums

break the brittle shell on my heart

nymph and satyr

platter of desire,

i clutch the glittering prize

jazz, beat, poetry, media, club, lust

Ponytail by Last Exit, http://magpietales.blogspot.co.uk/

music, style, art, life, dream

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Comments
  1. reocochran says:

    So deep and full of meaning and love mixed with lust.

  2. Tess Kincaid says:

    Delicious write…

  3. Truedessa says:

    this is absolutely magnificent …

  4. Susan says:

    Am reading and re-reading this one … it’s so full of images and motion and mystery

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