Box Of Hearts~

Eros dreamed himself a perfect sheath of moon skin

from night’s shell

a blood diamond box in his hand

between the dew pearls of me and the lavender of satin sheets

he carved himself a place against my thigh

whispering

“open it”

 

Inside

four chocolate hearts

fluid

dusted with coveted images entwined

in sugared glaze

he smiled

“eat them”

 

One

a birth against my mouth

in raspberry cream

Oshun in girl body

pouring tea

her storm colored eyes

tapped into

the covetous gaze

of the inherent

raw male;

in time I learned to use it to my advantage

 

Two

a  stroke of lies

in butter cream

Achtland a subtle pressure

in lime strobes

lines of bodies

undulations

downpour into giving shape

giving fluid

taking moist mind between layers of seduction;

it was instinctive feed for a  cultivated fetish charm like me

 

Three

snake curves

in apricot brandy

Nebt Het winding arms

a temple arch back

into his wine eyes

sinuous solo

in and out

between his thighs

her scales the sound of creation;

I found my allure in the way they worshipped at my hips

 

Four

jeweled lips

white dove in cherry liquor

Peitho with honeysuckle oration

a Bushido gripped in her fist

come into her own

bleeding seduction in ink

heroine on a journey

a girl rescued from herself at her side

men scattered at dainty feet;

I have learned to rock myself, to be my own redeemer, to revere my feral heart

 

~Eros left a note at dawn for the woman curled in a cat’s cradle

a box filled with rubies

on her nightstand

her arrow in his heart~

 

 

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Reviews

[Bubo]

In each Candy we see a God.............God of love,of beauty, and with the sensual flow I was drooling, in each chocolate a discovery, and this for me says so much....

heroine on a journey
a girl rescued from herself at her side
men scattered at dainty feet;
I have learned to rock myself, to be my own redeemer, to revere my feral heart

We all take many journeys in life.........but few write as you do, with a story in a story.

[~Xx Fallen Angel xX~]

Ummmmm... I'm glad you know the words you were using cause I sure don't. I couldn't follow along. Sorry I can't be of any help.

[Angie Diane♥&hea..]

This was a cute poem. I think it was sweet that he gave her four heart chocolates. I would love for a boy to do that for me. Thanks for sharing. :)

[Pax Analog]

Amazing essentialist permutations. Love-desire as surreal candy and warrior death.

Because you wield the pure poet's sure hand, the fractal effects of love-desire/surreal candy/warrior death is everywhere manifest, nuanced, embedded, difficult to excerpt. That said, the below lines linger in my mind:

her storm colored eyes
tapped into
the covetous gaze
of the inherent
raw male

All your wondrous lines twist and turn and make surprises seem inevitable, but that one is like a classic pause, somehow transferable to infinite poems in infinite worlds. Always the eye-lock love/war.

The movement of your words tracks as a Bushido blade, the blur of nonlinear purrrfection leaving one amazed at the sound of breathing.

"I have learned to rock myself, to be my own redeemer, to revere my feral/heart"

As do your your alert and appreciative readers.

[Nancy S.]

I've returned to exhale~ Rereading your work is always like reading it for the first time, as the hidden continues to reveal itself...

[Jonathan Ballam]

This made me skin crawl. So elegantly written. Two things amaze me, the first is that you didn't think to rate this as "Mature" (which doesn't really bother me since I'm not easily offended).

The second is how quickly you plunge the reader's head into a world of fantasy and mystery. Sterling work I might add!

P.S. - Judging from the content in this poem I've got a feeling you read a lot of vampire novels?

[Seerose]

Amazing and haunting.

[TeenRomance2]

Wow, very well written. One of the best I've read in this website. I loved the imagery and how surreal it was.

[Iota]

I read this one a few times from this afternoon to now. Your poems remind me of story telling which is a true art form, maybe lost over time. Such poetic visions in this eloquent write. I think all of it is my favorite so it is hard to pick out just one part.

[Maurice]

Your words have magic in them; every line casts a spell. Superb poem.

[Kyle Insane]

"a Bushido gripped in her fist

come into her own

bleeding seduction in ink

heroine on a journey

a girl rescued from herself at her side

men scattered at dainty feet;"

i can tell already this was the best place for me to start.