FireFly~

When the lonely slips of tongue

trace the glass of wine

and you feed me to the hunger

of the world divide

I glance past mortal effigies into an ocean of confessions

shake the water from my hair and permit you cast impressions

across these bones so sharp, edging from my hips

into a love declined, a duty gone amiss

as you spin a sugarcoated wing to trace my wounded back

the firefly grooves onward into this  happenstance

of a ladies’ man who fell deep into my faith

but didn't see the kiss until the hours turned too late

and I gazed across a surface of a table filled with glass

shattered  for my paper thin skin and my romance

as he swept me from the altar in my gown of pearls

slammed me hard into the wall of my brand of love in turn

my mouth imprinted red on his lapel of off white satin

seized between my teeth, his delusions spun in Latin

as I ripped him deep against the surface of my no control, and song

bit  the burden of his jealousy from his sense of right and wrong

 

And I don't know why they sent you from the heavens to my feet

when all I've ever done was make the angels weep

you bore my latent sins, bleeding moods against your heart

apple blossom storms in me, I prayed you'd move along

 leave my fabrications, my finely coated nails

go back from where you came  into elemental days

leave me here inside my beloved burning , coiled smiles of lightning

drenched inside my firefly of jeweled moments so inviting

 

Here I am a mist on a dark hill for your lies

but now you shudder at the prospect of my burning firefly

embedded in your throat as you attempt to compose words

but I am not the sort of angel who appreciates absurd

traces of embraces endured for no good reason

I'm the sort of lover who loves with every season

and I will sift you through my hair and the moon melodies abroad

because I am a woman who burns Pandora alms

against the silken mounds of the blazing world beyond

a firefly allure they now wish they hadn't spawned

but you made me this way, you ate me up out of myself

so that I had to search and find the flame of my own brand

and I shaped it on the loom of chimera’s  beauty and design

until I turned out of my ashes into a firefly

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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Reviews

[alan peter kelly]

your works are complex...multi-layered...open to so many interpretations...turns of phrase that cast shadows over mortal turns of phrase and those who try are obvious...like babelian dreamers bound for remembrance in the annals of failure...my mind was substantially aroused by the hard slam of brand...(mock blushes) the erotic nature juxtaposed with some even darker...deeper...more innate elements.....seizing teeth is so primal a term and i always (always) enjoy the exposed animal in you...as far as fabrications go...this one is a lulu selene...majestic...is what you always are to me...

[Matthews Reggie]

That was bright....

[C]

No escaping your glow. :-)

[My Fair Lady]

It is only through refining fire that we become transformed into a species of strength and grace.
"but you made me this way, you ate me up out of myself
so that I had to search and find the flame of my own brand
and I shaped it on the loom of chimera’s beauty and design
until I turned out of my ashes into a firefly"

When we recognize it as a gift, and not be so full of hate.. that is when the true transformation and knowlege of self is realized. This is really an inspirational piece and very much enjoyed.

[nono]

I love fireflies I remember going outside and catching them when I was little fun times! I miss it. You did a nice job! I love this!

[emmajoy]

You took me to the highest hill of bliss and hell, then, laid me bare until i was re-born? Life, love, experiences all teach us lessons bout self and that One .. how we're floating one minute, drowning the next .. sizzling in hell, dancing in heaven ..

I don't know if how i read this is accurate or not, but you set me free to wonder, for that - thank you ..

[Robin]

having felt these flames myself , I find myself again within your wordscape ~

[Pax Analog]

This firefly has the gravitas of a phoenix bird, while retaining its own lightning fast moves.

The wrenching and rending and burning you delineate is de rigueur for a shamaness and devotee of daimonic processes.

You make of romantic crashing and burning an ardent antimatter -- nothing is as it seems. Life is to be turned inside-out, upside-down, its rocketiered entrails revealed glistening till all that remains is the vast abyss of IS-ness.

"because I am a woman who burns Pandora alms/against the silken mounds of the blazing world beyond/a firefly allure they now wish they hadn't spawned/
but you made me this way, you ate me up out of myself/so that I had to search and find the flame of my own brand/and I shaped it on the loom of chimera’s beauty and design/until I turned out of my ashes into a firefly"

You are the flashing truth of aeons.

[Ruth]

From the flame comes the beauty with their own graces!
This is excellent Selene!
A glowing poem that reaches the reader and shakes them inside out! Find out what we truly are, caress the flames around us! lol
Another wonderful poem, Selene, you never fail to impress me! lol
xx

[JelliFyshKissUs]

It is a miracle that we are able to come out of such circumstances victorious. With a fire of determination and impenetrable skin like we never had before. Keep burning with an untamable flame, my dearest Selene.