Koi Shoulder~

sleek baby

sleek

oriental geisha displaced beautifully

from samurai pulse

into ghetto brick shoes

dainty lift of chin

giving coy smile

over koi shoulder

will you be the hero who opens me rib

by rib

dive my liquid soul

for a scroll

a parchment to ink

stained

peach hips

crawl me with calligraphy dreams

pouring from between your lips

strong teeth through my stone

dig me like a bed of bones

she throws a bone

hip hop junkie bleeding lavender through musk cologne

when I unwind

can you rewind

my selector button silver spine

give me

give me

your good mind

my claws need a bed in this sordid book of lies

my spine

unhinged

the brink

take me over

spread me in a bed of clovers

pull me out

pull me through

I keep telling you this body was made to bend every rule

for broken is as broken does

grasp from the air the war torn dove

over dark roast aroma

hungry little mouth pursed

a lush berry burst

shaking sunlight out of skin for pearls

such a scary girl

with such terrible hungers

is it any wonder

every prince blunders

in a coy smile over a koi shoulder

so damn hard to hold me hold her

jasmine oil mind

bent

 inside a thousand pixilated  grinds

up in the club

where love runs the threads of my supple gloves

fist between a rock out

and a hardscape

you sure you want a girl like this

all up in your dreamscape

girl never meant for every day human consumption

though it is the deadly assumption

inside that coy smile

that lethal 

archetype guile

 

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Reviews

[dovetailer]

I've loved this poem since I read it first...a woman desired and desiring to be loved...yet knowing she is not the ideal of every man...desired but resigned to love on her terms...desired but believing there be few to stand the muster of the dance...few prepared to submit to her kind of love...yet wishing...knowing all would love to make their play...all would kneel and submit but few would stand in the power of the gale...when loved your way...many would wither but none would forget...and only those fearless few with hunger raw and talons drawn are worthy to make you explode into a blaze of stars...
Demure and demonic in the same sigh...
unforgettable...

[Liza]

a dance of seduction
only a partner can glide with your sensual steps
will you follow; let them take the lead...or will he lose you on the dance floor

[Undying Glory]

wow i just loved this, you've written a hell of a poem. super vivid and amazing work, this is. just asking, did you get your inspiration from "Memoirs Of A Geisha"? thought you did, because of the whole theme of Japan in the past...
once again, amazing!

[Seerose]

Amazing, dark and deep.

[Crinkle°]

I like very much the rhythm!

[Immortal1967]

wow..derisive, and fast pace....it sort of thunders after you in a way...love it

[Bard Constantine]

It is the quintessential question that any disjointed personality must wonder... can I be understood? Is the image I project the light that has you blinded? For those who are scattered pieces of a creative puzzle that doesn't really want to be put together, the aspect of love can be almost frightening, because of the questions it conjures. Yet... there is that coy smile, that archetype guile....

[DamienHino]

hmm...unique. I liked it

[Morning Star]

OMG Selene this piece took my breath way!!
The imagery is wow
Delicate symbolic terminology that utters crimson
Symphony of passion
Once again you have written this piece has left this reader ( me )
Completely mesmerized and ingested within the enchanting powerful imagery
Tone and passionate expressed ! WOW
Kudos

[KaySea]

nice

[Antonio Valentino]

Good lord!

"give me
give me
your good mind
my claws need a bed in this sordid book of lies
my spine
unhinged
the brink
take me over
spread me in a bed of clovers
pull me out
pull me through
I keep telling you this body was made to bend every rule"

"hungry little mouth pursed
a lush berry burst
shaking sunlight out of skin for pearls
such a scary girl
with such terrible hungers
is it any wonder
every prince blunders
in a coy smile over a koi shoulder
so damn hard to hold me hold her
jasmine oil mind
bent
inside a thousand pixilated grinds
up in the club
where love runs the threads of my supple gloves
fist between a rock out
and a hardscape
you sure you want a girl like this
all up in your dreamscape
girl never meant for every day human consumption"

Good grief, Selene you are like no other, you are, the soul sensuality!

This was gorgeous!
Antonio xx