Pandora'sViolin~

Her soul started swaying to the hurt in the quake of violin

strings

a swing

made of gold braided rope

a scroll unwinding its supple leather of hope

madmen on knees rocking a burning cradle

aromatic spirit steaming

a gold plated ladle

tipped

softly sipped

drips

in cinnamon caress a trail down her throat

between moon breasts to kiss an origami note

folded dove pearl

his teeth strike for the girl

but girl is cobra scaled in lightning arch

a tattooed arm

a sharp hand with sharper fingertips clench his primal howl

slip of vermillion cowl

revelation

his anticipation

drawn across her lips in his syrup

her boots in a stirrup

stallion quivering between her thighs

“Is this goodbye?” he works the  binding

her laughter a storm, blinding

with crescendo

bejeweled with innuendo

inescapable grasp

of her hand

around his wrist

“I will not be another point that you will miss.”

she pulls him up with ease

“Please . . . “ his wince

“Oh come now, prince.”

she winks

she struts her animal in primal back against his hips

in a saddle

his quivering arrow

in a bow

“Why so quaky now when we’ve sealed the down below.”

the horse expands his flanks between her thighs

she pulls his press of metal deep into her side

the man pressed into her spine

his arms impress her waist

a pop of reality displaced

she swallows mulberry shadows from the trees

raspberry hollows from the ground

“You are everything, and more.” he says “Everything that astounds.”

her laughter dark smoke

a clearing for repose

slide

unwind

her appetite

he comes undone

so this

is

love

her soul stained glove

between his dreams groping

stoking

his death with her life

the arch of his spine

between her teeth a silver knife

lethal berry

the man now wary

stallion turns

his hooves whisper

waiting

at his back a man placating

a forever woman always so mistaken

by a world without an eye

jeweled between the lotus of the mind

and the palm of open box, snuggled  Pandora womb

her sway down through his soul

opens up the bole

divides him from his skin

she slips

sips him down with gin

her soul swaying

her fingertips on the strings of a violin

playing



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from the upcoming

The Surreal Stalks And Times Of A GutterGirl~

release date Autumn 2010

Author's Note

~artsy venom~ ;)~

Reviews

[Antonio Valentino]

Oh how you inspire. Selene, you humble my abilitites to the core, and I thank you for that. Just reading your work challenges one, to try and create something really special. What a gift that is that you give us. You are in your own leauge. We are all just fortunate enough to have someone like you amongst us.

In love with your words.
Antonio xx

[Ed Hart]

“You are everything, and more.” And the reason for that is just below the bottom edge of reason where it's dangerous to swim

[Sunflower/Sara Kendrick]

Interesting.Sunflower

[Hellslastwarrior]

LOOOOOOOOOVED this poem it was funny it made me laugh quiet hard and loud at one point because i was in antisipation for reading the next line and the next line just so happens to be "His Antisipation!" good stuff loved it want to see more.

[Robin]

I can hear that Violin ...

[Maurice]

Very sensuous writing that captivates. Beautiful as always.

[Sweet_pale_cacophony]

I am in love with the very first line,Her soul started swaying to the hurt in the quake of violin..

lovely...
Your poem not only speaks out as a whole,but also as individual words..it is as if you breath your charm and wit into every word,every phrase you choose.

[Marianne]

Selene, the opening 'violin tunes' immersed my soul in wondrous visuals of a love/hate relationship giving it life which breathes and bleeds alternately, as only YOU can do.

“I will not be another point that you will miss.”.....YOU never miss

[TAO]

Umm... Forgive me... I'm not certain, but is this...lust? That's what I took from it. Eve if it isn't, that's what I read. Okay, while I only liked the last one I read, this one...wow...wow...world of warcraft whilst in purple clouds sippin' guiness stout WOW. Have you ever thought about putting your work to music (forgive me if you have already). I think you'd put today's hip hop artists to shame. Very, very beautiful piece here, Ms. Selene. I have very few favorites of anything in this world, but this piece right here is definitely one of them.

[Awdures]

I loved that you used shape to reiterate the message in this sensual amazing poem of spite, lust and intrigue! Beautiful, abstract but gutsy write :)