LoveSlick Monsters Take Un Alice For A Slide~

                              

                       

                                   I

My petticoats are made of vermillion skin

my eyes, tiny planets spinning in deep orbs

staggering through a thousand rings of Saturn

I hook the claws at the base of my heels into each configuration

until the god resurrects out of his own importance

and, grinning

dives for love

through the flowered holes in my palms;

I clap my alabaster hands together in delight

crushing his sensual divinity into my skin

until I'm perfumed with jasmine fluids

dripping down the slender bones of my wrists

pushing deep into the ground

I slip upward on a monster's back

who turns to me

asks

"Don't you ever write about anything simple?"

we laugh at that together

my fingers dig into his fur

my thighs press deep into his flank

we cross that bridge no one  crosses anymore

expectant

but the troll has fallen deep

and hard

for a stripper with a crafty wink

he stays down and under

mesmerized as his dark bride slips up a pole with lightning

mulberry stains on her lips

 

   II

 

Inside the pulse of a jazz club

there lived a monster with smoke eyes

and a tan fedora

I tumbled for him

longing so to bruise my soul against his lush throat of sound

but he was tethered to these moods I couldn't ever really break

though he was like any man on the surface

inclined to touch the soft skin across my pelvis

as I unfastened my jeans

bending back into the wood of oak

my arms like branches above me;

he tried to understand the slide of my aspect

against the bones of his hip

he called me his medicine

he called me his bride

I bit the dream in two against his Adam’s apple

my claws like black swirls

embracing the central pulse of his spine;

"Don't kill me." he smiled

he laughed, deep and rich, throaty jeweled

and I explained about commitment

pulled his fingertips against the stains of my ghosts

going down in pearl rivulets

arched into a flex of universal pause

"Beg."  I whispered

and popped up into a rabid tale

as he pushed his empty heart into my melodic poison dreams

to be filled for the final time

 

      III

UnAlice unfurled from between the voluptuous thighs of the queen of hearts

through a glass glaze into my parlor

giggling

spilling her golden locks across my arms

as she came to fall

and fall hard;

I dressed her in ruby red stilettos

and a corset of fire

"Will you be my monster?"

she asked

as the kitty in the snow globe began to laugh

"You're crazy."  I smiled

and pulled her out into the universe

 where

we strolled the avenues like evanescent karma

a patchwork of girls left dying in our footprints

as we tied cherry stems with our tongues

for the men

doing jello shots from between their strong shoulder blades

we took one in the side

another through the pinwheels of universal drops of fluid

sweet on our lips

toying with illusions

as allusions wrapped us up in a night of sleek bodies

silk flesh

like waves

bathing each other in a fountain by the ocean front

as the men slid up our thighs

for a slice of cream

and games of chance

for 

in the morning

the sound was poetry

the blood was pearled up in every fold of sheet

UnAlice rolled into my arms

down the curves of my memory

my spell giving itself over to the sound of the cat

stretching lazily in the sun

and laughing

"They always think you are the victim,"

said the cat as it clawed its body up the bed

"When in reality you are the monster."

and he settled across my breasts

purring a Leonard Cohen

song

 

 

 

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Reviews

[Jūdan FyreHeart]

Beautiful crafting of the dark truth of past seductions and future broken promises.

[Matthew Kult]

"They always think you are the victim...when in reality you are the monster.'

Brilliant.

Matthew

[Robin]

purrrfect graphic , as images of un-alice dance across this surrealscape pawing at reality and curves of love ... so many wordilicious lines ... a trippy tryptch