surrealityA Poem by dovetailer"an ode to my muse"surreality I belly
up to her bar again… that
surreal buffet where I
am served a bounteous rasher of
mystic delight… a mix of
forbidden love and bestial lust and
mythic creatures possessing…oppressing… confessing
delicious sins… words
strung together with threads of gold and silver punctuated
with rubies…diamonds…pearls and all
manner of things that glitter…entice…enthrall… her
characters…both base and divine… come
alive in a commingled brew of deity
and demon …a
picture of us all… in spite
of what we aspire to be… she
writes of things that shock and
seduce and
touch us deep inside… in our
lustful core in
places the prim and proper avoid… she
sends her words as if by
divine mandate to touch
and entice our feral nature… she
knows our beast is
clamoring to be freed to feed
on the timid part of us that
holds the key to its chains… all ilk
of passions rise as i read her words …a menstruous
flow of passion penned
in the blood of desire… they
sweep away my pretentious façade and
leave me raw…hungry…wanting… they are
tinder on the
smoldering coals of my
need I long
to understand her mind
that creates these urges in me… yes…in
all who feast upon the satyr of
our gluttonous desire and
yet…I have a picture in my mind of her
asleep her
grand child sleeping…content…on her breast and know
her heart is soft… it aches
and loves …just
like mine… © 2010 dovetailerReviews
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