Through A Painting Of Liquid Eyes

~oh MonaLisa men have so unmade you~

You held the olive branch between your sharp little teeth

moving through the ferns and the greens

Leonardo in his coupe de ville

painting the world with storm wheels dipped in ocher

abandoning  old walls

and academic lock boxes

to

Van Gogh in the background with his pastel canvas wrapped

around a young child

threaded through

fingertips tasting  skin

the young girl's eyes hollow holes

as she learned the topography

of a sorceress

with her melodic hands

 

He fell through another mile of silence

bills scattered across the mahogany desk

 golden demoness above the mantle

drinking in his senses with  liquid ink eyes

she had left pride inside an overturned urn a long time ago

for the delicate comforts of immobility between the borders

of a cherry wood frame

 

She fumbled with the silver clasps of her latex bindings

inside silk flames

a rose flicking petals through the ash

as a snake charmer flashed his killer smile

coaxed her from the massacre of inks inlaid

in a parchment of human skin

and ideals

unburdening her sinuous enchantments

laying her hips against a slice of heaven

scaled and adorned

a ring of rubies encircling the bird bones of her wrists

 

She said. . . .

no more praise

no more lies

I'm an animal with wounds

dressed to kill

crouched inside a terrible calm

my hands over my eyes

luminous in a skin made of vespers

and blood splatters coloring museum walls

she overthrew his senses with the painting of her alloy irises

and threw back the cherry shot

outdrew him with bullets scattering silver bodies across the floor

moved through the canvas

into the thunderstorm beating down

her melody

out into a sheet of rain

her colors running into the concrete

as the sound of violins echoed from a paradox of golden circlets

embedded in the fluctuations of quantum entanglement theory

 

He picked her up in his yellow honey bee

and she leaned back

running hues of green and lavender from beneath her raincoat;

"Take me to Manhattan." she whispered

her liquid eyes

solidifying

 

 

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Reviews

[Jonathan Ballam]

You certainly have a knack when telling a somber tale. Your words echo the idiosyncrasies of the unspoken voices, floating in the background.

I realize that this is an excerpt, but as a poem it only really worked for me up until the line "a ring of rubies encircling the bird bones in her wrists". After that it felt too much like prose (which is what it's meant to be I suppose).

Anyhow, thanks again for sharing. You definitely have a unique style, and not to mention, deliciously readable one :D

[Deeply Daisy]

Truely lovely. Really impressed. Something about it made me think of Ted Hughes and Silvia Plath...but with more colour and brightness and...well happier passion. Love it.

[deeps]

I can feel this write here. Very well written and expressed

[Dream Weaver]

I think I'll take the Path to downtown and work my
way up to Manhattan..."Phew" as I wipe the sweat
from my forehead..Another beauty Selene...