The Sensual Underside Of Cynicism~

Blended on white sheets

Her paint wept through his sternum

In an array of bent feathers

‘is this love?’ he ventured

Her hollow smile bled rose petals

Captured in his palms cupped beneath her chin

To catch the hiccup of her soul

Trailing

Her message in a bottle of ink

Discarded by the typewriter ribbons

On a rainy afternoon

Dribbling its body onto a porcelain plate

Grass fed dreams above them in a painting

In which their imaginary son leapt the horizon

Past balloons

Into the eight arms of a uncertain goddess

Unfolding wings in calligraphy

Painting the sea beneath

With black diamonds

Building inverted trees of onyx beneath the waves

Birthing mermaid tales

And dreaming boys

In the core of liquid gold apples

That bobbed to the surface

Of white sheets

Where he rested his weary head

On the lotus branded with god ink

Around her breasts

‘is this love?’ he asked again

She sighed in symphony

With the soft showers of ivy exhaled from molten clouds

Their ash through the window on a fine mist

Of sparkling wine

‘no, this is not love’ she, weary with the world

Uncurled

From the diorama of another torrid human day

‘this is just another hollow day on a hollow world

where hollow us try to fill the skin of the red apple

for a moment any way we can’

He smiled at her relentless depth of cynicism

‘come up for air’ he coaxed her from her wings ‘i’ll take you for sushi’

And at the corner of her lips

A barely discernible petal curved

Into a reluctant smile

 

 

 

 

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Reviews

[SpokenWord]

In that moment in time one would wonder if it was love because the scene was that beautiful. Maybe for him it was but for her it was still hollow a feeling I have come to know oh to well. What is love then to a woman like this? What would it look like, feel like to her?

I like the ending I feel he handled her answer well, I mean who doesn't love Sushi after all. I really enjoyed this tale, this little scene between two lovers and the hollow dream.

[Kerry O'Connor]

Her message in a bottle of ink
Discarded by the typewriter ribbons
On a rainy afternoon
Dribbling its body onto a porcelain plate
Grass fed dreams above them in a painting
In which their imaginary son leapt the horizon
Past balloons
Into the eight arms of a uncertain goddess
Unfolding wings in calligraphy
Painting the sea beneath
With black diamonds
Building inverted trees of onyx beneath the waves...

This is so imaginative, it puts me in mind of the lyrics of Lucy in the Sky with Diamonds in the way I visualize each line: layered and textured with colour and shape and sound.
And the end of the story is a marvel of cynical humour!

[No use.]

hahhaa, deeply enjoyed the twisted snarly cynicism that was topped by an unexpected persuasion as simple as "i'll take you out for sushi" :P

[Bard Constantine]

Perhaps if I wasn't so cynical, I'd understand this...

;)

I understand a reluctant smile... Sometimes its the only smile you have left. Gorgeous writing, as expected. Your mastery of poetic lingo surprisingly grows more potent. I suppose there is no peak, is there...?

[LA Lorena]

"fill the skin of the red apple" - I just love this! you are the mistress of first class imagery, and I'm constantly amazed at your gift for language, and for nuance.

[Lydia Blackwell]

Spot on, Selene. I loved the intimacy- You opened window onto that scene very comfortably.
Since finding love, I found I am not so cynical anymore. Since finding love, I realize that what I thought was love, was only what you described here.
and of course, - "fill the skin of the red apple" is genius. Well done!

[The Rock And Roll Cowbo..]

‘this is just another hollow day on a hollow world
where hollow us try to fill the skin of the red apple
for a moment any way we can’

when love is void in our world we often seek temporary comforts in a friendly companion... another spellbinding poem

[Ed Hart]

sensual underside, sensual underside, sensual underside

[LilyT]

The images you dream up are mind blowing. Your capacity to bend the English language to your will is just amazing. You are just simply one of a kind creator of the most brilliant emotional scenery through reshaping the language.


Unfolding wings in calligraphy
Painting the sea beneath
With black diamonds
Building inverted trees of onyx beneath the waves
Birthing mermaid tales
And dreaming boys
In the core of liquid gold apples


You cast your spell and we're caught forever!

[Dream Weaver]

My eyes enjoyed this wonderful
write without a hint
of "Cynicism" well done!