Magnifying Glass

Let us conjure moonlight dreams,
while you pick your memories up
out of the blue velvet,
wet lips on wood sticks
and blow.
Pretend I am your blue moon goddess,
white dress, all curves,
sleek sex siren~
dripping smooth

honey melody.

My microphone makes love
to your saxophone as
you purr and grind symphonic beats.
Eyes trickle down the small of my back,
where sequins kiss brown dimples.
Hips lightly sway
to sweet groans of
deep~ dark~ notes.
Belt me a song. Blow it hard

and long.
Every curve~ lush, vibrates
this haunt black melody.
Something I can swing with~ into the dark
with panting breathless tongues
wagging me out the door, as I
choke down your beat
like sweet poison.
Smoke wisps curl
while in the candle glow
you suck down amber on the rocks.
Try to drink it in.
Pretend it isn't just

another regret.

daddy twirled his fingers slow,
made his glass sing.

I was mesmerized.

Reviews

[Chrys]

You paint such a beautiful picture using words & wit. You have a style & a certain 'touch' that is your & yours alone. Your work makes me strive to be more thorough, & descriptive in my own writing. I believe that you are perhaps the definition of Inspirational. Well done.

[Kristina Moulaison]

Wow, I hope to live up to those words someday...thank you! :)

[Chrys]

In these eyes you have lived up to them & then some.

[Kristina Moulaison]

You are very kind. Thank you

[fireblossom]

Misty of Ferndale...a small town not known for a Quarterback but not for its poets. Well perhaps that will change with you.

This was a vision...it shifted shape...from a dark summer field dancing with a princess to the jazz filled room sharing a ride on the muse...finally leaving me across the room as dad watched Ella on the box....

Great read Misty.

[Samith Pich]

mmmmm... now this is a poem one can sink their teeth in! well done!! a very yummy poem :P. Tell me why you couldn't finish at "try to drink it in.." Obviously it'd be a different poem but would it be better or worse for it? Stunning :)

[Atlanta Carter]

I was going to just bookmark this and read it later, but ... wow! It sucked me in, and I couldn't stop reading. It was so sensual. I can't even pick lines that I liked most. I liked them all - except the only one that carried a hint of weakness, the last one. It didn't have the personality of the rest. You turned inward, and I didn't think you needed to. That's all.

Great write!

[Steven Szepietowski]

Ah, blue velvet, a severely twisted movie, but surely a masterpiece. But you do slip in memories of the song as well, which i suppose was very relevent in the movie as well. Sex was also a very prevalent theme, which you mixed well here with musical metaphor.
The inclusion of daddy, makes this a bit freudian as well.

"Belt me a song. Blow it hard" Sexy!

[the ghost of pauls]

Fantastic. You have hidden the song in the poem. Sophisticate jazz, with the swing, the sensuality, and the touch of bump and grind, and the ending is subtle and inviting. Supercool poemising, miss misty.

[Creepy Swine Guy]

You paint with words. You use words like Dali uses vibrant colors. I've already sent you more detail on what really struck me and what I'd move around, so I shan't go into that detail here. Just know that I adore this piece. I want to be in that smokey Jazz club.

[Yvonne Heidt]

I was mesmerised also! What a hypnotic piece! Smoky, sultry and I loved it.

[Michael X]

Simply mesmerizing flow, descriptive eloquence,
consuming imagery, hott, passionate, temping erotic,
sensually creative, love the celestial imagery, as
well as the velvet blue classicness, sculpted talentry, peace, mike

[Blackbirdsong]

This evoked so many feelings of a jazz or blues club and a lovely singer pouring out her soul in song. Perhaps it was the blue velvet and the microphones and all the lush sensual descriptions of music throughout as well. Amber on the rocks...that was a gorgeous line. Beautiful poem throughtout. Thank you for sharing this.

[Damien Dsoul]

Your poem sings to me so vividly like Lady singing the blues. It moves with such tantric soul, the imagery is eloquent at the same time somnolent and dreamy ...