Poison'd beauty ~

Behind her veil'd facade

she writes her memoirs

enticing nectar'd touches of a woman

pickled with tartness & zest of a wanton need  

closes her eyes whilst she takes her quill

upon her honey'd breasts

scripts love letters of a past sinful lust,

seasoned times she fondly reminisces

  in her foolish head she had a dream,

    blinded by desire, was never meant to be,

in her haste to be discreet

    her scarlet letters smear'd

emboss'd her mark upon raised braille

 despair'd should anyone unfold her

                 true heart's intentions,

  one final evanescent indulgence

      of a poison pen'd sleeping beauty  

   

Author's Note

Reviews

[Vani Jalagar]

Well, i've heard that, "For every beauty there is an eye somewhere to see it. For every truth there is an ear somewhere to hear it. For every love there is a heart somewhere to receive it."
I know that my words are not enough to describe the essence behind every line, i just float in them..:)

[Frieda P]

Oh I like that quote, I'm floating in your words now, thanks muchly Vani, appreciate you sharing that one with me. :)

[Avinash]

Well ! while reading this I could think of only one thing your Profile pic and other ones which you have uploaded. Feels nice when you invite us to your life like this.

[Frieda P]

Hmm not sure if that's good or bad Avinash ;-) Thanks so much my friend.

[Lyn Anderson]

Luverly my dear, but I would be remiss if I did not point out you likely wanted to put pickl'd not pickle'd

[Frieda P]

Son of a so and so and so........................!

[Arthur Henn]

This is like watching the beauty of a poetess heart unfold. Every word, every line.

Beautifully written!

[Frieda P]

Thanks so much my poppy friend, much appreciate your kind words!

[Arthur Henn]

You are very welcome!

That photo you have posted at the bottom of your writing is wonderful!

It represents to me the true sensuality of nature's beauty... Thank You For Sharing.

[redzone]

I love your poem,really do, there is beauty in your lines. But (and isn't there usually a but somewhere laying around), but I have a question.. unless I have completely missed the point, why is the human desire to have sex (make love) a sin or lust (and I am thinking you used the word as a negative). Unless it is a way to control or harm, to have power over, or just usery... and wasn't Beautys only crime (not the best word) her beauty??

But in any case is it really a sin to write our feelings. I guess mostly I think writing our fear, and desires is important for so many reasons... even if just to keep us sane and human...

And Anne hit the greatest lines... ditto .. ~~~redzone

[Frieda P]

Must be that good old Catholic girl inside my head, she still beckons to me no matter how much I try to resist her, also illicit affairs usually are sinful, if they're done right. ;-) Thanks so much curt.

[Ken Simm.]

Don't you find lace has strength? So does beauty and so does this.

[Frieda P]

Hmm yes, it's also transparent...thanks muchly Ken.

[Horizon K.]

I wonder at times... As poets, we reveal the truths that we see in this world, many times these are pieces of ourselves... Is it indulgent? Is it hurtful? Perhaps yes, and yet... If there were no penned pains and wishes and broken dreams, where would humans go? Anyway, this poem was lovely, and made me think of such things... Pens wielded by broken hearts can be weapons... Or medicines... Or both, at the same time, if we let ourselves be healed first, by the scalpel...

[Frieda P]

I understand what you're saying Horizon, I still think no matter how much we reveal
in our words no one can ever really see or comprehend the true person inside the poet. That's just scratching the surface. Your scalpel scared me, what did you want me to cut out first. haha ;-) Thanks so much.

[Scott Metro]

Hidden desires..closets full of lusts and secret needs....we all have.
Very nice..
Sparkles on an early morning.

Scott

[Frieda P]

Grazie mille Scott....

[Scott Metro]

:)
Scott.......

[Jack...]

Well I guess I can’t say this is beautiful, but gorgeous seems to fit nicely. Penning our dreams, our feelings, our desire or even our pain and sadness is not always the easiest thing to do. Not because the words elude us or the ability to write is lost, but it is the fear of who might find them, perhaps the intended and perhaps not, still they can be easily misunderstood. This captures those thoughts perfectly my friend. Her pain is evident, I can hear her heart beating and her whispered words as she reads back to herself what she has written. Another truly amazing piece from your beautiful pen.

[Frieda P]

Thanks Jack, always appreciate your thoughts, jazz'd you enjoyed this one.

[A. Amos]

I agree with iceandicblue review:)

[Frieda P]

Grazie mille :-)

[icelandicblue]

Beauty both body and soul can be sullied by choices made. I especially liked the following lines, they stung with meaning:

her scarlet letters smear'd
emboss'd her mark upon raised braille

[Frieda P]

Thanks for your kind words always Anne.