walking to a lover's house
in silence
bathed in mauve
my ears filled with quiet
a lily turned inward
hidden poem made known, almost
spills on concrete, grey-
life ruined inside the mouth
of a weary eve, not quiet lost
just seeking the moist flesh
covered in red
red the color of blood and charity
the cigarette's lit clit
her second mouth, hotter
yet silent.
silence is a mask
seductive as a lover's hands
weaving blue flame orgasms
chains of little addictive deaths
unnoticable 'till you're gone
shimmering to dante's heaven
{like a captured mermaid}
all body
and buried you.
Cynthia
2.6.10
20 comments:
"Silence, a mask" - Yes! just beautiful!
Oh my gosh! hey AJ. you are too
good - thank you for your sweet
comments and support.
Two very nice poems, Cynthia :)
Though I "find" myself in my silence :)
Now I need to get to that poet you introduced....sometime today :)
wishes,
devika
Hi Devika, thank you very much
for visiting, reading, commenting.
I really appreicate that you take
the time. Yes, there is some need
for silence, prayer, meditation,
on a daily basis, for a while
during each day. However, that is
different than the silence I
speak of in this poem.
Hugs, Devika!
this is lovely, specially the colours - stanza 2 and the blue flame orgasms.
beautiful poem!
love your blog! :)
- Audrey Allure <3
http://audreyallure.blogspot.com
Awesome, Cynthia, just awesome. This poem just flowed from one word to the next. Great writing! Blessings!
"chains of little, addictive deaths"...wow!
I have read this several times and each time I read into it ~ something more...That is why I love poetry!
beautiful, sensual, intriguing as always, Cynthia.
Thank you for such a beautiful, poignant poetry...Just beautiful...And...this poem is exactly what I am feeling now. You already know how much talent you have!
You whisper my name so softly,
Sending shivers running down my spine.
Your breath is warm against my ear
And your lips tickle as you speak,
Reminiscent of the wings of a butterfly.
You nuzzle my neck ever so gently,
Sending tingles shooting through my body,
Eliciting a soft gasp from my lips.
Your arms wrap around me warmly,
Drawing me so close our chests touch
As you slide a finger up and down my spine,
And I arch my back, almost emitting a purr.
Your lips hungrily lock onto mine,
Igniting flames of hot passion between us
And as our desire grows ever stronger,
I feel our bodies uniting as one...
We dance...
Forbbiden dance...
Yes, i get that Cynthia, now more clearly :)
wishes,
devika
Hey Juliet, thank you!
Hello Audrey, thank you.
Oh, thank you for Marion, for the
kind compliment.
Hello there, Ethereal one. Yes the
beauty of poetry is a poem's
ability to strike different chords
each time she's read.
Ophelia, what a lovely gift of
poetry! I love your sensual poem
so much. Thank you, you are a
sweetheart. Please do return.
And I will continue to visit your
gentle blog.
Hi Devika, thank you for returning,
I do miss your love of poetry and
your generous spirit.
Hmmmm... there is something very 'still' about this poem causing one to catch their breath... and, I love the way you weave the colours into the 'stillness'.
Hello Catherine! I am sort of
obsessed with stillness and
breath. Thank you, always appreciate your perception.
God it's good to read your poetry again! Damn girl do you realize you are just that good!
Hi Cynthia! Long time no see,
for sure. Thank you for stopping
by.
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