Caught Between A Singing Sand Dune And The Screaming Rain~

Desert was the color of gold and sienna

sky was cornflower blue

not a hint of clouds

ocean above a sand dune

dreaming a sound into the air

deep

humbling

around a man with long white hair

who shaped himself into the sand

through stillness

in a moment

sipping a cup of blues

 

Rain tore through the clouds

above a club

raging sounds

beats against a hundred hearts frantic for skin dives

notice craved

drinks imbibed deep

throbbing synapse length

and bones;

woman ate

bodies

pounding rhythms

swirled arms

thighs

around her allure

while the man droned on and on

close to her ear

telling her what he could do for her

like countless others come before him

until she turned to him

and said

"Well then, show me."

and her eyes spun from green

into a liquid ocean of metallic aquamarine

 

On a sand dune

in Death Valley

a man divided his thumb and index finger

opened his soul

his eyes to a feeling that crawled up his spine

like a kiss

dancing off each vertebrae

leaving deep marks

tiny bird footprints against his skin;

dune's song

turned deeper

a drop of rain fell into the corner of his right eye

 

Woman's rage was like a blade

cutting into the kiss

against the man's throat of hollow promises

she bit hard

deep

until he collapsed

to the bathroom floor tiled in dead dreams

and wanton acts of passion

leaned above him

dug her fingers into the bones of his ankle

until he screamed blood out of the hole in his heart

her fingers tight around the nerves and bones;

she dragged him through the back door

into the rain

her eyes like the end of the world

kohl’d in shadows

and inhuman rage

 

Rain brought curlicues of alloy

strings of pearls

across the sand dune

the man with the white hair closed his eyes against the deepening song

the insistent melody

put his hand against his brow

as if in thought

or pain

and began to sing the blues

 

Woman dragged the man

bleeding his insufficient being into concrete

through the city that had no give

only take

she scraped his skin

mind

with her tearless weeping

pulled him like a thorn from the city body

into the desert

his life leaving trails in her shadowed footprints

as she screamed at the edge of a sand dune drinking drops of rain

"You all disappoint.  Your promises are s**t, your passion like blanched peaches, nothing, all of you are nothing, and all of you disappoint me every single time!"

and she dragged him up the side of the dune

sand a deep

deep dirge

a warning

 

Man with the white hair

caught the scent of disappointment and violence

as the final drop of rain kissed the back of his hand

he looked down at the dead and the dying

and waited

 

Woman's bare feet

white doves against the dune's gold

her eyes desperate moons

as she caught the aspect of the man in lotus

"You shouldn't bring the dying here." he said to her

"This place is for the dead and the living."

and the woman dropped the blood package of skin

bleeding adam’s apple against the dune

dune sang

a smooth lament

opened a silk chasm

pulled the dying man with the lies coagulated in his lungs

deep into its song’s body

 

 

"Come here." said the man with the white hair

and she laughed

asking

"And will you make promises to me?  Will you tell me everything I want to hear?  Will you be just like all the rest and tell me you have what I need?"

"No."  said the man

"I will give you what you need."

and he caught her off guard with his hands

pulled her tiny beam into his massive arms

against his breastbone

until she was just a tiny pearl of a girl

against his heart

he cradled her out of a blood bath

into a saucer of cream dreams

soothing her silk hair

and

as the dune began to open up a song

man with white hair

tumbled back into the air

through

into the smoky world of a jazz joint

with her cradled in his dreams

 

She smiled above the lantern

he leaned in to light her cigarette

with a flick of his wink

and a snap of his fingers

she laughed

and laughed

until the tears streamed down the planes of her ivory cheeks

"May I have this dance?" asked the singing dune

and the screaming rain gave him her hand

and they trotted out a fox

and threw back whiskey

until the old calendar clicked into a tomorrow

and the world imploded

but gently

as he brushed his smile

against her mouth

the color of vermillion;

through her soul resounded

the sound of smooth

cascading blues

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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Reviews

[David W Moore III]

Wow. So much. So much. So skin divers!! Ha. Awesome phrase. And lies coagulating in his throat! Genius. I'm surprised he didn't drown on them. An amazing romp (horrible descriptor for your poetry) through a hopeless (at first) search for a walk the walk man. There are a few out there (I don't know any, but I've been told)
fearless and insightful, I must try to wait paitiently til the end of the month.

[JelliFyshKissUs]

"into a liquid ocean of metallic aquamarine"

Teach me the ways of these words. Between the variant colors, the contrasting descriptions, and the seductive wordplay, I don't whether I'm hot or cold, dry or wet, coming or going. (I said "coming" lol) But I like it. Does that mean I'm becoming a guttergirl myself?

[Pax Analog]

This sacred poem is a shapeshifting psalm of the credibility gap between dissociative egoic craving and the spiritual indigo heartsong.

Your imaginative cascades are as true as blood flow, as true as skull-bedecked Kali similarly kicking the living s**t out of quotidian pretense, and only finding the nobly tranquil eye to her righteous storm in the simple embrace of a soulfully bluesy Old One, singing dune cradling screaming rain.

This poem wrings crimson tears from an indigo heart.

[Aven]

I love the dreamy quality to your words...sometimes it seems as if you had an infinate archive of ideas from where you pull your favorites and put them together. And I must say, you put them together with precision!

[Moonflower]

around a man with long white hair
who shaped himself into the sand



Amazing. As always :)

[Ruth]

I am always over impressed with your use of language love!
This reminds me a little of a Jim Morrison poem! Thats GREAT! LOL
You truly are unique sweety, not one piece has escaped my attention of being anything other than superb that I have read so far!
Passion displayed in a manner that burns!
AWESOME!!!!!!!!!!!!
xx

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what a journey you take your reader on! Blimey, your use of metaphor is outstanding - your creative mind is simply on another level..

[Crinkle°]

excellent, as always!

[TheOther]

Wow! I'm speechless beyond that. Totally love this. Goes in my library.

[luciddreamer]

An amazing write....so glad I took the time to read it :)
Peace
Robin