~Red Beryl Vows~

~myths stripped~

Shall I be your lover

in a silken blue chemise

shall I be your doll

in porcelain mystique

will you bring me bread when I am hollow as the bowl

of the fairy tale in two fold abandoned and untold

 

Shall I be your man

in a suit of armor on a steed

shall I be your groom

in gender flip misdeeds

will you bring me apples when I am hanging by a branch

of a story where the knight is a woman, not a man

 

Shall I be your wanderlust

in a gypsy swirl of cards

shall I be your fortune

in a love line burnt and scarred

will you bring me gold when I am made up for your fire

of branches pulled along a road by a girl you’ve named Desire

 

Shall I be your w***e

in a saucer spread with cream

shall I be your bride

of a thousand one misdeeds

will you sell me to the god when my worth has run its course

off the side rail of a story,  without a moment of remorse

 

Shall I be your lover

your girl with ruby lips

shall I be, as always

the point repeatedly dismissed

will you be my crush  when my heart decides to wander

off the beaten track that every man has squandered

so will you

will you be my lover

off the beaten track

forsaking all the others

loving me intact

and will you do as I do

here

on bended knee

my offering a fluted glass

filled with silk Chablis

hidden from the mad above

beneath this epic Tree

an apple in my top hat

a song inside my throat

my vows to you in scales

between my mouth

my bow

a bold calligraphy

a rose

 

 

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Author's Note

nope~still refuse to be classified by gender~the amount of melanin in my skin~by how I stalk~by how I walk~bite~love~play~ just me~ pigeonholing and labeling individual groups of humans through division by physiological aspects and lifestyle choices is just that~ a division that keep us apart~ nope~ ain't havin' it~ =)~ namaste~

Reviews

[Ed Hart]

how about we just hold e-hands and walk through this long garden praising the flowers...oh, say, about Feather Tales, remember the little girl whose voice was taken by a curse, you'll really love the climax (about fifteen chapter on) where she arises (yet again) to make the future possible...oh, the coffee and eclairs set my day in a sweet direction

[JelliFyshKissUs]

This poem has to be for me. The rhyme makes me purr, Selene, absolutely purr. Such a heartfelt tale. A naked and vulnerable piece. Not like anything I've ever read from you. I love, love, love it. Thank you for sharing it.

[alan peter kelly]

externals all...languish in the cliched shade beneath the unfathomable majesty of mind...there are many moments here where my chest felt quite constricted with an excitement in which i do not care to delve in whys and wherefores...more...be that as it may and regale in yet another display from the well in which i find such sustenance and easily acquiesce to the wisdom of your knowing...

[Robin]

your heart on wings