piano keys washed in honey [ woman bathing in time ]
sexualist extreme ,
broken straw bed
assembled ingredients of a virgins reflection
desire/slutton/erogenous/ unforgiving
bitter fingers play [woman dried on flowers flesh]
hungering absolute yet no permanence
jazz expelled drum beat symphony
tatoo/dollars /benign/fragile
[woman forgotten in memories light]
supple sinewy ghosts on sunset go
a raw experiment for @dVersePoets 55 prompt
history cannot be muted by a kiss
butterflies will not drown in your drink
dark streets do not betray your shadow
he strokes her fragrance
with a soft inhale,
a kitchen room
cabinets stove fridge and sink
table center
soup can next to opener,
between them,
the earth has not fallen
yet still they stare
not at each other
but at the can
silver topped paper wrapped,
blood smears oceans
and desert sand,
wine flavored tongues begin to talk,
as they decide
stripped of it’s cloth
the table was bare and knotted,
around her shoulders
cloth placed
as they found out about
soup and why it was in
can
titian tints of summer yield
forgetting and embracing
wind and rain,
winter would come with shackles
a home,
citadel of seclusion
sphere light bulbs and ticking clocks
here you can contemplate
the different shades of life
and it’s own complex fate,
grey heart beats,
distilled whiskey poured in
glass streaked by fingers
that once touched face,
without silken words
she would return
and the fevered mind would clear
moments of indiscretion
reshape reform
music would attract,
moth like fluttering in her heart
and the once broken tongue
would speak again
healing a process
begun
blunt nailed waitress peered
out of window,
watching a white Ford side step
move through a channel
of fading snow,
engine abrupt in the silence
crawling on wet tires
behind the wheel
eyes filled with cluster of stars
that waited for him,
knew he would use rifle and pistols
lain on the passenger seat,
an older man ducked in through
a door from the sidewalk
anticipation filled centuries bones,
oak casket shadows lengthened
over street,
as to traffic signals and crossroads
paused muffler rumbling,
a man stepped out a short distance
ahead and raised a rifle
sounding with a quick report,
windshield shattered
ducking across seats,
other men appeared
bullets clattered and punctured metal
crawled out the door
and as a shield returned fire,
blunt nailed waitress
placed hand on stomach
with a soft flutter,
from the roof of the bank
rifle leveled
became a victim tumbling to asphalt
with rifle expended
took up the guns his grandfather wore,
tightening belt
histories confidence made him stand,
before drawing
bullet clipped his shoulder
wincing not falling
fanned the gun,
two others fell,
a voice shrieked stop
blunt nailed waitress
stood between them,
gunsmoke scented cold air,
it had to be resolved
but not this way,
for the sake of a child
conversation was born
dVersePoets
knotted wings of crows
with scarce strength
rise into rain,
below vegetation
burnished by fall
listens to the calls,
damp rooted trees
in eroded soil
cover to our
consummation,
revisited after twenty
years,
as one we move
our lives wove a story,
origin in these fields
birth from these fields
as cells would watch
these fields and woodland,
a last exhalation,
we would not return
an act of memory
physical and intricate
framed in the cortex
for tomorrow
Sunday Whirl 119
he fled those vicissitudes
and hid in the parables
that spread like marmalade
over his life,
as an intrinsic alchemist
transforming the jewels
that drew light into her eyes
nymphlike was not always,
she kissed his lyre
and lingered on the notes
crouched mouth to mouth
the dust of longness
passed between them
hands often released
and time again became frail
his tremors sounded as trumpets
with impossible sobbing
a deep reconciliation
a finger of saffron stained
the tongue
and wafted in embrace
yet he could no more
and neither she
amazed at speech carnivals
that wound words over
rolling track
pirouetting horses dance
to an inconvenient truth,
he listened to the stars
and read long passages
delirious now that it was
divisible,
tomorrow became perpetual
sinuous flow
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sleep had frozen her eyes,
pulling away a draft between them
limbs stretched unwound
gleaming wounds had healed,
away from window awake,
bathroom without light
under sink cupboard with bleach and mouthwash
a bottle of bourbon in reserve,
pushed door to a crack
sat on a closed toilet seat
without that gaping void beneath his backside
sipping from the bottle,
put a hand in his shorts
rolled his penis between thumb and forefinger
damp from her
and sniffed,
faint lights illuminated heart,
head twisted sideways located tissue
shame to dab away,
as if removing her fluid,
her scent it would all end,
four years together,
she had guided him through a dry silence
concentration and love filled
earth and sky
as a solitary he would be unable to dance
and lament in lengthy boredom,
instead he stopped
stood lifting seat
dropped tissue in
pissed a long stream on continuity,
bourbon safely away,
new swarms changed names of thoughts,
into the bedroom
sprawled uneven she lay
at the window clutched the moon
and drew it back in
to be with them
a smile softer than his lips normally allow,
then settled alongside her
dVersePoets
a morgue at three am
let in by shorty,
not a nice place to visit
let alone work,
by walls of brushed steel doors
vaults of death
hidden human forms,
middle row on the left was one,
modesty sheet
not to keep her warm
he looked on
as this his fifth night,
tugging away the sheet,
touching her breast
tracing cold lividity
that place
a special place
he went as he had done
so before,
finding his release
never of thinking
of how it would of been
had she been alive,
eternal sleep
poisoned once
so caught up this time
passion spent
leaned forward
and kissed her
lips still ruby red
she awoke
not to embrace
not to love
but devour her prince
consume his soul
to her own need
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