Brush, Kiss and Collision

Brush, Kiss and Collision

I sense a monster stalking: a beautiful disease, red lip beacons signaling disaster through the albino grey clouds of the fast-forwarding squall beating in from overhead; leathery caress, like electric chair straps with maroon fingernails or a black hole that suddenly forms on the living room couch during the credits of sleepy midnight massacre movie.   Deadly affection, lovely warm whirlpool suction,  jagged debris,   switchblades with bat wings and impeccable sonar diving, clawing, biting blind.   Like a tall handsome tombstone, grinning from behind the thin veil of an elegant white wedding gown.   “You may kiss the bloody riptide, I now pronounce you landed and gutted.”   I saw you tangled with that sweaty crew-cut antichrist; rolling like waves of lava on our red satin sheets. My emotions squealed a death cough opera; village peasants charred and battered by fiery flow   of b*****d tears trickling down the sharply horned cheeks of the black knight. I will rush headfirst in to you vicious pride of lions; cutlass swinging, eyes closed.   I will be mauled for the safety of my own ridiculous ego.   No slipping the golden ring guillotine: Savage head falls; chin to chest; Heaven to Hell; vibrant warrior to ossified corpse hand clinging to the rusty hilt of his, once-sharp, disdain like an ancient child, in the ruins of a dead kingdom, still suckling at his mother’s bony breast. Eternally thirsty for a future in ashes; forever hungry for a love stripped bare.   I have never contemplated my cause much, but, I think I will make a splendid martyr. And, you; a lovely villainess.   Let’s die in the flames of our imaginary passion, and be remembered like the paper-flat heroes of legend.   I fasten the sexy noose, step to the ledge and leap into a deep and certain grave.   The dragon is never more sexy than when you can feel her hot breath blowing back your hair.    Now, I want to feel the teeth.     “I do”

Reviews

[OT]

haha just brilliant!!! the marriage of sensuality and horror is one that can surely only be overseen by you haha "I now pronounce you landed and gutted" - a beautiful disease indeed - it infects, drives mad, claws and bites - and then some - just like this wordcrafting! bravo!!

[Thea Fuentebella]

naughty, nasty and horrific. i wouldn't have written it any better.
thumbs up on this!

[freelancejouster]

ah, this is beautiful and horrid. and brilliant, as per usual. "you now may kiss the bloody riptide"... your marriage's shipwrecked, has it? i think you've covered every possibly bloody image here, its a bit like someone dared you use eleven unconnected things and make everyone think of blood. all the time. but, it works and it's beautifully ugly. so there's that :)

[Mark]

"Landed and gutted", "the golden ring guillotine" ? Jeepers, SOMEbody got up on the wrong side of the marital bed this mourning, didn't he? This is just so chockful of macabre simile and metaphor there is no point trying to sort out bests or favorites. It is best taken as a whole, a scatheing, keening wail of trapped-ness. Keep chewing, little otter, that leg will part soon enough!

[Ruth]

The sensualness with the horror.....GREAT match! You have done this proud love :) The darkness, the luring, phew! Excellent, one word - YES! lol So cool! xx

[Robin]

this piece is one of my favorites from you , a stainless steel spiderweb tuned to the key of hell yeah !

[Stef Outsiders]

Great build up! and tense too... love it!!

[Maurice]

Spectacular use of imagery to tell a story in a very unique way.

[NoneOfYourBusiness akaK..]

love the dark staines splattered on the communion of (shudder)marriage~ primal at its roots~your poem shoots its brilliant fronds of pain clear into the slender ribbon of a sky heady with prismatic agonizing bliss~

[Jūdan FyreHeart]

Such dark torture, a different take on something supposedly so beautiful. The rushing build-up into the crashing crescendo collapsing down into the bitter final line. Excellent job as always.