Erotic Wonderland

The sky
holds kisses
when the dark
engulfs the light

Hide the sun
in your skin

Light streams in
through the curtains
falling gently on
season-seeped dust
eating away at shadows
that lurk in the corners
like the ghoulish
greenish-dark monsters
belonging only
to nightmares
and to here

Eyes aflame
with sapphire grain
Her crimson lips
boast thicker spells

Her beauty shines
when sadness looms
her tragedy
devours as
flame

And heartlight flowers
in your hand

She tends to be an erotic lair
a curiosa wonderland

She's sight seein'
reality in slants
of poetic verse

Seven scarlet-lipped seeds
dripping luscious succulent
septic and serpentine
this is not your Eden
nor your salvation

The time
will come
dear one

When another
impress of blood-blue
tinged with soot
bitter-black
on the tongue
cries of fear
choked back
by muted lips
that quiver best
when licked

Writers aghast
apologies to a fading fire
lodged in your ears
like morning dew

I'm Sorry
the first of many to be sure
in the coming pages
if there were any

When ink
returns again

Because when
my heart
gets too full
I regurgitate
words

I expressed these
thoughts thru
poetry with ease
shedding light
illuminated

Like the Absinthe that drove
the bohemian intellectuals
The mad Poets
The Artists
of the old
centuries
past
to their
creative
ecstasies

Like the leannán sidhe
inspiring my imagination
to burn so fierce so bright
so it near consumes me
and all who dare so read

By Samantha Campbell


                            

Author's Note

"Eyes aflame with sapphire grain" cause my eyes are Blue otherwise I would have went with emerald grain

curiosa ~ erotic or pornographic books or articles

Leannán Sidhe (Faery Sweetheart): Sister of the bean-sí who lives in rivers. She is the spirit of life and muse of singers and poets. She woos human lovers.

If I ever get the chance to try Absinthe I damn sure will !

This poem was inspired by Arthur Rimbaud the original punk poet the Green Fairy's wild child

and

Peggy Amond a contemporary American author who wrote a poem entitled "Rimbaud's Poison"

The emerald hour--
when the poet's pain is soothed
by a liquid jewel
held in the sacred chalice,
upon which rests
the pierced spoon,
the crystal sweetness--
Icy streams trickle down.
The darkest forest
melts into an open meadow
as waves of green seduce.
Sanity surrendered,
the soul spirals toward
the murky depths,
wherein lies
the beautiful madness--
absinthe.

Reviews

[paradise]

very interesting poem

[EMF]

Sensual, sureal and evry playful with the use of language and style. A facinaitng work.

[A Red Red Rose 4 U Luv]

You are a very talented poet.

[Chris Yip]

A great read of poetry in motion, deep and sublime. Plays with words so artistically and flows so naturally with much depth and thought provoking words. Much to gleaned out from between the lines, so very rich and with much skill. Thank you for sharing.

[Allen Smuckler]

pretty much sums up the reason we all write...beautifully penned with wonderful imagery. I could sense my surroundings as if I were there...every line, every stanza perfectly placed....a truly enjoyable, thoughtful read from beginning to end.
Thank you Samantha
allen

[WhiteWillow]

Absolutely sublime! Your footnotes give the piece even more depth than it already has. Beautiful, thanks for sharing.

[*~*Butterfly Kisses*~*]

Love Rimbaud. Awesome piece. Great flow and lines. Nicely done!


~Anna Rose

[Nobody.]

I like Rimbaud more than most things.

This is lovely. Surreal, sexy, nonstop flow of darkness and flesh and the kind of beauty that pierces pupils like thorns.

Cheers!

[Samantha ~virginpoet]

the poems kinda shaped like a bottle (a happy accident)

[Samantha ~virginpoet]

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