Berries Jubilee~

~hmmm~

a living table

marble white

veined with patterned ink

curved with a wolf hip

a butterfly belly

and cherry blossom shoulder

on display

for fingertips

plucking berries

from the bowl of the middle Eve

the side curve of Pandora

where sins are buried under

the floating rib

floating

in a dream

of water

amidst the pine scented aroma

of a hall

filled with men in suits

armour in their amorous eyes

 

and if I were to roll sideways

and scatter all the berries

in a jubilant rush

from my thighs

would these men

with rich pockets

and empty lives

understand the significance

of a little match girl

throwing her flame

into their fire

 

I don’t claim to have the answers

to totemic moments

all I have is a body

for berries jubilee

covering my night

a mask of boysenberry velvet

covering my eyes

so that these fine gentlemen with full wallets

and empty lives

can eat of my flesh

and drink of my wine

without ever having

to humanize

their living table

of marble white

 

and I think I am alright

with this

I think

I prefer this

as I learn my sensual trails

in the patterns their fingertips

leave behind

in berry stains

 

 

 

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Reviews

[LilyT]

I see . . . .if anyone is going to victimize this girl well then she is going to be the one who victtimizes herself, which negates the victim mentality and she comes to hold all the sexual power over the men who would suck her dry and strip her of her dignity.





and I think I am alright

with this

I think

I prefer this

as I learn my sensual trails

in the patterns their fingertips

leave behind

in berry stains


You explore the complexities of psychosexual behaviors with expertise and poetic allure.

[Antonio Valentino]

This
table,
on all fours, of
silky alabaster,
it
has foreplay with the
forehead,
and makes
love
to the tongue,
of one’s eyes

A body, for chair ease
jubilee??

Yes, I would have to
agree

As boy sin berries,
prop a gate, into mandarin
marmalades,
tart
and sweet
but never,
discreet

on the skin that never had
a, skin
of its own
to protect it
from
the tarnish,
of rich bodied
whine


I.. L… You..

:)

[SwagMaster]

Beautiful.


Please mark this constructive, and review me back!

[*~*Butterfly Kisses*~*]

Wow. I really like this. This seems like it can be portrayed in so many different ways, not sure if that was the intention but it made for an enjoyable admiring piece of work in regards to humankind. Excellent.

~Anna Rose

[Crowley]

Tread lightly on those thoughts that tie a man to his humanity and the animal that lives to sniff the air for the scent of that which is desired wholly and with abandon. For in those thoughts lie the naked truth beaming like a genetic marker that neither be massaged or cut out, the change won't come naturally, so how on earth is that man supposed to live with those thoughts pressed into his palm hidden from a world where those thoughts are preyed upon nightly. Wow, this was as creamy and decadent and troubling as they come. You sure have a way with the inner workings.....knowing that those cogs that make it run cannot be replaced easily, if at all.

[Ruth]

Selene, I believe you speak like no other love..profound work! You voice what so many wish to...you keep guard of all that is important in poignant deliverance, I for one, cherish your work!
xoxo

[Liza]

sensual flow with tips of wisdom to acknowledge the beauty of connection through the senses beyond visions - lightly touching a longing

[Maddie]

This is an amazing piece of work, and I think it explains a lot. It's excellently well written! I love the message.

[FireWoman]

They only see skin deep and think nothing of the person behind the outer beauty. She doesn't just see the dollar signs , she sees behind them too. The piggie/wolf may never realize that the sheep is not really a sheep.

[SkinlessFrank]

Oh the aloneness in these words is close to unbearable.

[Cafe Reader]

The images you bring to life are overwhelming in beautiful ways. You leave us, after each breathless journey examing our own perceptions and preconceptions.



don’t claim to have the answers

to totemic moments

all I have is a body

for berries jubilee

covering my night

a mask of boysenberry velvet

covering my eyes

so that these fine gentlemen with full wallets

and empty lives

can eat of my flesh

and drink of my wine

without ever having

to humanize

their living table

of marble white



and I think I am alright

with this

I think

I prefer this

as I learn my sensual trails

in the patterns their fingertips

leave behind

in berry stains