She Devours Mist And Decorates In Veils~

She Devours Mist And Decorates In Veils~

A Poem by NoneOfYourBusiness akaKITTY KUTABAREakaCandyPole
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~Oracle Series~

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She was transformation at its most divine

a shroud across white cheeks

made of silk;

the spider looked upon her handiwork

and wished it the color of the sea

as she

the woman

laughed

lifted the azure ocean from her lips

and kissed the spider on her soft

round abdomen

making the arachnid blush

shiver

and develop a liking for kisses

no human could ever really fill

after hers

 

She ate the mist out of the mouth of dawn

dressed herself in the Sahara

wove sunbeams through her hair

radiant in her own dangerous sway

solidifying through a fold of bricks

that took her into the heart of old Morocco

where the men still wanted their women chained in veils;

a man cursed her in front of a cafe

she leaned through the air between them

and bit his laughter in bitter blood

from the corded muscles of his throat

“Familiarize yourself with cultures.”

she whispered through the mortar and the dark eyes

eating her

coveting her

until she laughed

and became the source of all things

her hips wound round with golden asps

she filled the walkways with the forty veil dance

sinuous as sin

deadly as the cobra's amour wound in silver braids

through her snow and sunshine hair

she danced through the speechless town

and called the women from their burkhas

into her skin

until they trailed her in beautiful mocha skin

and wild eyes

driving the men mad

and deep into the desert

 

"I think I'll call you Smooth Move."

the boy, who was really a god made of amber

and too much thought of the body of Babylon

lost somewhere, etched in calligraphy under a mound

outside the parameters of everything containable

he said this to the woman dressed in dew

seated in the center of a lotus

in the arch of a moon swan doing figure eights

around her blossoms

"Ha!" said the woman and went back to singing Om

 

The boy who was dying imagination inside his deity

frowned

and asked

"What does that mean?"

and the woman smiled with her sea green eyes

leaned into his dusty loss

and whispered,

"I will show you, since you ask."

and the swan  said “O my.”

and unfolded out of his white wings into a man with dreams etched into his melodic skin

popped himself through atomic particles into the Louvre

leaving her

and leaving him

to be bad

alone

 

"What will you show me?" the boy

who was once a god

but was now little more than curlicues of memories etched into stone

being fragmented by trickles of mercurial waters in caverns

deep in the earth

asked the woman

with the jewel in the center of her forehead

"This." she winked

leaned in to drink his bitterness

and to eat his godhood right out of his mouth

her sharp little tongue digging into his fevered heart

and driving home her point into his bones

 

"Now, you can go be a boy.”

she opened a fragment through the air

and believed in him enough

to scatter his jeweled atoms through the oval flex

and exhaled him through;

the boy shook himself before a painting of a woman with obsidian eyes

as the man who was once upon a swan

sighed

and took the boy's hand

and said,

"I suppose now you will want to be friends."

the boy frowned

and shook himself

and the man said

"Have you ever had a cappuccino with homemade vanilla ice cream?"

 

The woman smiled at the mist

and put her veils back in place;

she bent into the pond

outside the old Buddhist Temple

as the old monk came through the lush garden pleats

and said

"No swimming before your lessons."

she smiled

walked on water

and kissed the old monk on the mouth

deep

so very deep

until he believed himself a young man again

and then she laughed

 winked

and he sighed

"Scandalous, simply scandalous."

as the woman opened her wings

and retrieved her sword out of the belly of the skye

for her morning lessons

in Hanakiri;

goodness knows the bonsai needed trimming

that morning

so close to the end of one world as things were

as a monk tasted ambrosia

and spice

on his lips

smiling

at his inhuman girl

 

 

 

 

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ALL RIGHTS RESERVED

 

 

 

 

 

© 2010 NoneOfYourBusiness akaKITTY KUTABAREakaCandyPole


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A story written with poetic luster. The figure of a woman all girls want to be and all men lust after. Such a spiritual flavor on the bulbous tips of the taste buds. Seems a hint of lessons wrapping themselves in lessons regarding acceptance and a readjusting in the thinking of men--and women for that matter. I could be wrong, but I enjoyed that which I got out of it. Thank you for the feast this morning.

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You engage every sense, every nuance that lies within, on so many levels. Once again I'm transported to a place almost terrifying in it's power and beauty...

Posted 13 Years Ago


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Beautiful imagery. I believe this is the second time I review your work, and each time my breath is taken away. The poem reminded me of "Siren Song" by Bat For Lashes, just a tad bit.

Very good writing, I loved it.

Posted 13 Years Ago


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amazing, simply entrancing

Posted 13 Years Ago


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Such culture and mystery in this one...a woman who seems to
defy all the rules and takes us through her stories, her journies.
Such deep beauty here..a spell was woven for sure.

Posted 13 Years Ago


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what am i doing trying to rewrite the bible, this should be you rewriting it...splendidly lost in your mythos, caught in that web you weave so thick

Posted 13 Years Ago


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hahaha...I want to be her! This is a lyrical masterpiece..beautiful beyond words. The empowerment of her beauty, mind and soul is brought into wonderful technicolour with the mystery of the ancients! The ending though..Selene..genius :)

Posted 13 Years Ago


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There are no words for you, sweet girl, your mind, or your endless array of talents... there is no better way for me to spend my time on this hunk of spinning rock, than with the beauty of your words, the beauty of you... hugs

Posted 13 Years Ago


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the laughter is still bubbling in my chest!! a delighted child i sat on the edge of my seat enthralled and enchanted. Such a swirling collage of cultures and tales and fantasies all roiled together in a wonderful potpourri of feelings and attitudes you have painted here.

Aah Selene you have redefined "free verse." So rich and colorful. I think i liked: "as the woman opened her wings and retrieved her sword out of the belly of the skye for her morning lessons in Hanakiri;" and "her hips wound round with golden asps she filled the walkways with the forty veil dance sinuous as sin deadly as the cobra's amour wound in silver braids." Such a wonderful analogy for the deadliness of the "fairer sex" You lift my heart. Thank you for your blessing dear lady!

Posted 13 Years Ago


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in the fancy of the twinkle sky baby rocks

Posted 13 Years Ago


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Your world is magic!

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