Life built this suit around me zipped it up to the throat sins stitched at the sleeves love patched up at the hips
a rusty brooch of wrong turns pinned to my collar
You didn't expect this, did you?
Over dinner a little boy crawled out of my wrist and scaled your stroking fingertips awed at the diamonds in your cuff links; how you could go on touching me after that I couldn't figure for the life of me
Over wine dark music burst from my ripened lips flowed in thick, cherry rivulets down the side of crystal glass my chin; how you could lean in and kiss me, anyway I’ll never know
Over desert ghosts escaped my eyes and my gown became rags my glass slippers turned to dust and my strings cut a tesseract path across my journeys; how you could still touch the little ragged human in my tragedy was such a surprise
Life built this suit around me tied it with a crimson sash around my heart joys sewn into my clavicles smiles prints in henna with leopard spots in a garland around my waist a pearl ring of right turns adorning my cartilage
I didn't expect you, did I?
copyright:2012SeleneSkye excerpt from the BOOK in progress PLUGGED INTO THE ALLOY FOREST with a tentative release date of late Nov. 2012
with a magic flute you draw me, down the path of realizations, some stark and alarming yet, open on a secret glade, of all hearts hidden wishes, growing on display, and drift with meadows gossamer, so blissfully away...sigh
the gift of your poetry is so poignant and deliciously subtle while at the same time marching boldly right straight through ones mental "writing barriers." I never cease to be breathless at how artfully you can untether my parameters!
One never expects a kaleidoscope of truth spun in such a way that they bite into your words like a juicy sin. I expect nothing less and you deliver every time, J'adore.
As always you delight me with the twisty words you incorporate into your divine poetry. I am always ensconced, enraptured and hanging on your every word.
This was great in every sense of the word. I loved the metaphor, your word selection, the theme, the premise. There is so much substance to this poem. I enjoyed this immensely. Thank You for sharing. You have a gift.
with a magic flute you draw me, down the path of realizations, some stark and alarming yet, open on a secret glade, of all hearts hidden wishes, growing on display, and drift with meadows gossamer, so blissfully away...sigh
the gift of your poetry is so poignant and deliciously subtle while at the same time marching boldly right straight through ones mental "writing barriers." I never cease to be breathless at how artfully you can untether my parameters!
Lovely swirling cape of surreality deigning in sweet surprise to entertain tender romanticism. "A rusty brooch of wrong turns pinned to my collar" is deeply moving. Beautiful throughout.