Friday, December 2, 2011

Twisted in existance

The muse and I share the draw of a hookah

 

Lie awake on the waft of a sea breeze

Ruffling the curtains of silk on an angels hair

Moonlight flows majikally through the window

Breaking as the pages turn of poetic tome

Peel gowns flowing silkily of insatiable desire

Implant acid dipped in lace syringed in silver

Pulsating veins of blue as head rush increases intensity

Flickering eyelids attest to the play in another land

Peel crackling paint from the ceiling taste the indifference

Unfurl and climb Repunzel’s golden trusses lift to the stars

Skip and dance from Orion's Belt to the plains of the Moon

A fall will cause no pain as pain is intolerable to the dead

5 comments:

The Orange Tree said...

love the verbs you use here,

elegant imagery.

Happy Rally.

Anonymous said...

Thanks for your feedback on my rally entry--and for sharing this piece. I love the contrast of silk and acid, peeling paint and the golden ladder of hair.

Anonymous said...

:) hmmm escapism at its best!
enjoy the rally!

http://lynnaima.wordpress.com/2011/12/02/faces-and-shadows/

Anonymous said...

Beautiful imagery paired with a dark subject matter - nicely done! Love it! Thanks for sharing :)

Anonymous said...

The darkness and beauty of your poem really is wonderful. You write with exquisite emotional pitch points.

JP

http://tasithoughts.wordpress.com/2011/12/07/wisping-snow/