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
cockroach in the jazz room
sat on singers shoe
fed on golden olives
from bough hooked low,
ladybirds in 40D brassieres
cut back on the needles
stuck in their eye,
seven spots
notational dots as a code
to the twelve gauge hunter
who stalked them so,
cockroach had breathed
a stallions breath
and knew of a great stratagem,
lead hunter as prey
clarinet bullets penetrate his loins
with a chakka chakka chakka,
40D brassieres strung over light
wings spread
translucent shimmer of paradise,
cockroach touches
with hissing leg,
hunters body spread as sacrifice,
thrum of the drums
there are other monsters/ dragons/pain
drapery gone
meat on the anvil
clogged with anxiety and lust
chakka chakka chakkka,
cockroach fragments
a bed of panties and brassieres
become his resting place
there was no deity in her toes
or mystical magic,
brazen eccentricity,
alcohol infused depravity
clung like smoke
that became exhausted on breath,
the morbid look of reality
as being human is to dance
bare splayed white thigh flesh
promise of midnight feast
fulgent in face
he wished to grasp her now
be away upon a tram
tearing worsted tights
patched with careful hand
lamplit ombres chinoises
concavity of upturned behind
receiving wild attention,
she has him as a pale
pierrot languishing on soft words
and gentle caress
having seen the kaleidoscope
and been within pink basket
away with shallow shadows
to find his way home,
naked on sheets tugged and messed
alone
internal orchestra played on
stood upon her rug
once vibrant
and danced again
for herself this time,
watched only by flickering
wax candles
toulouse lautrec
salt water in winter,
two fingers deep
secret to staying afloat,
vulva tides awash with secrecy
worn beneath cotton bedsheets
and that short black coat,
temptation and lust
a wanting beyond the
open expanse of ocean,
swell and topography,
knowing placement and feeling,
blind cartographer
left fingerprints and tongue
impressions,
beneath a wayward sun,
tremors that crawl
emotion burned nerves,
and within no hollow thrum,
with tug she guided
fold and rise
waves break over rocks
map has it’s relief
with tidal surge,
shudder and compression,
the moment when the sea becomes
translucent,
and memory of this voyage
imprinted overwriting
others lesser and shorted
Micheline an amazing artist go and visit her website and find her on twitter @artymicheline
sand stuck to her
like pepper on a steak,
i could almost feel textured
braille of messages
upon her skin,
beneath those
pieces of cloth
anatomy to be discovered,
i ache , i pain
she carries on by,
and i take up my pad
and write
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