Spring Loaded

In tiny green integers,
the dewy dead rise to make love

to their former selves.

 

I watch reruns of anxious purple blooms,
softer pink n*****s, and deer season survivors

shedding their thorny winter crowns.

 

Ghostly smells of night jasmine
creep through bedroom windows

to inspire flesh to collide and sinuses to close.

 

Every living thing sweats

anticipatory beads of lust

aside from freshly evicted souls
and a motley chorus of brindle strays

howling neutered prayers

to a scarred and shamed

plywood sky.

 

An impulsive universe

drunk on dime store wine

lies prostrate on my soiled sheets.

 

For a moment, I thought I felt

all the shapes come together

to form a pulsating mosaic of glorious madness.

 

But, then I realized it was all

just a cheap attempt at reconciliation;

another pretty lie dressed in naughty playfulness

and hiding her vampire fangs behind a red rose grin.

Reviews

[NoneOfYourBusiness akaK..]

the dual tone is mesmerizing~ the subtle shift from the sensuous and dangerous world of nature's natural orders to the flesh side of the coin~
and as always your imagery slips its satin metaphors from perfected shoulders~ever teaing~coaxing the reader's imagination to take to the subconscious sky~

[KAREN]

Breath taking write! Beautiful imagery and great flow!!

[Ruth]

This is sublime love!
I am in awe, once more! The detailed infusion of spring with emotion, the aftermath, very powerful! xx

[Amy Bumpas]

I love these last lines:But, then I realized it was all
just a cheap attempt at reconciliation;
another pretty lie dressed in naughty playfulness
and hiding her vampire fangs behind a red rose grin.

Spring it seems is loaded and ready for aim...lol

[Kerry O'Connor]

Jeez RG, leave a shred of creative thinking for us meagre mortals... Hells Bells, how could anyone ever dare to write about Spring again after soaking up the imagery of the first 6 lines?
"the dewy dead rise to make love
to their former selves..." What a flippin' fabulous concept!

Now why would you want to go and ruin the mood in the second half... can't take you anywhere. Sheez!

For me there is no stronger aphrodisiac than the scent of jasmine on the warm night air of Spring-time. Irresistible.

[Robin]

damn ... plywood sky ...