The Stygian Hours

It’s during the stygian hours that I dance with the devil,

succumbing to his offering of hospitality,

wrapping his red arms around my shivering shoulders

and whispering poetry by the fireplace.

Oh, those words.. floating beautifully,

like the spring breath beneath a newborn daisy’s dress,

gliding across her tender ankles,

the stem of her verdant thigh,

climbing towards her baroque centerpiece,

almost touching it,

almost there,

… almost.

My eyes water in his presence;

such warmth laying ruin to my arctic walls,

coercing infatuation within my veins

by lifting my wrist delicately to his lips

and planting the softest

embrace.

Reviews

[Richard🖌]

Hi, Kay 🥀

I'm simply, Richard.
It took reading a number of your excellent pieces before this one finally chose me … not that I overlooked the others without due, appreciative wonderment.
Was it the excellent artwork choice, the sumptuous title, how your skillfully laid adjectives, vibrant imagery, and metaphors brought the moment alive within the heartbeats of my fertile imagination; or, was it in the ways such enthrallment dancing in your words that brought the scintillating parts of my manly blood to a warmly thrumming, breathless stir?
Hm? T'would seem my questions became their own answers, eh? ; )
Wondrously sensuous, without saying, this reveals (to me) the true depths of your lustfully beautiful, imaginative yearnings … but, that's just me.
I can almost hear you giggling at my fumbling attempts to decipher the brilliant essence of your poetic soul. How could I possibly critique something so amazingly, so perfectly … effective?

Let me close with a sincere, "Thank you, Dear Poetess, for a most delightfully beguiling moment shared." ⁓ Richard 🍃

[Kay]

Dear Richard, I'm truly grateful for your time in reviewing some of my pieces and for writing such a thoughtful review here! It's so wonderful when someone reaches out about sincerely "feeling" the poem in its full experience and I hope you accept my gratitude in my telling you that I'm smiling ear to ear. =) It's a pleasure to come across you and I look forward to reading your poetry as well.

[Richard🖌]

I've thought of this poem off and on, Kay, ever since first reading and reviewing it for you, and of the touches in your fascinating response.
In rereading it on numerous occasions, I felt warmly compelled to express my appreciation once more … I hope you've not too much minded me taking another bite. ; )

[Jibey]

This is a delicious read, 'wicked' in the delightful sense of the word! And how words can seduce and arouse as they trail around our consciousness and affect our desires and longing. The image of the serpent caressing with his silk smoothness was perfect - and the 'baroque masterpiece' somehow aroused by its sense of splendour and glory.
The last stanza delicately conveyed the sense of need and longing and yet of hesitation to bite the proffered fruit...
How well the words flowed and conveyed the longings that so often are felt in the darkness of the night.

[Kay]

'Wicked in the delightful sense' and words seducing 'as they trail around our consciousness', I love that intricate perspective ^_^. I really appreciate your deep attention to details and imagery, thank you for taking time to write such a lovely review!

[Jibey]

It's a pleasure to review a poem that is so well written... and I love the stimulus provided by your imagination and flowing into the words you chose...

[Willow Marie Perrin]

Oh so tender! Sumptuous! Delicately composed!

[Kay]

Thank you kindly! I love the adjectives you used.

[Willow Marie Perrin]

Thanks!!! I love words so much.

[John Alexander McFadyen]

OMG! sensuality at its boldest, at it's most perfect. This is a very passionate and delicate yet explicit piece. To weave such intimacy and such innocence into one flowing free verse is indeed a tallent!

[Kay]

I was smiling ear to ear reading this review, thank you! =)