Painting The Tainted~

~*shrug*it happens to the most jaded of us~

When I first saw you

My collapse was a edgy house of ice cards

The Queen tumbled from her strawberry gown

Through the snowflake atmosphere

Into your broad palm

Open

 

Few men will open their hand

To girls like me

Who ride under the ice in floating silk

Glass voyeur

With blues around the spiral arms of snow iris eyes

Learning patterns in the men

As if they were Braille in motion

Cutting up the winter

With their ice skates

 

I have carved a thousand men in the image

Of the monsters

I have covered them in stains of ink

Always slipping through the hedge

Backwards

To the original quill gripped between sharp teeth

The velvet ink that bound my wrists and mind

 

Until, I first saw you

Until, I disassembled my tantric matrix

By the old lamp in the spice shop

Humble girl with nothing to show for decades

Of monstrous rage

In lantern light

Except warm skin in snow gold

A kimono puddle at uncertain feet

 

 

 

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Reviews

[Reese38]

The vulnerability in this treasure has more strength than the everlasting pyramids and just as much mystery. You're the most original voice I've encountered in 38 years of living and breathing literature. You, my beautiful Selene, my private Scheherazade, are the epitomy of the poetic seductress. So many of us worship you, and love you as much as you allow yourself to be loved, and we all anticipate the next bounty to come from your ink.

[Muse]

since my time away here...you were one of the many I really missed reading. An ice cold lover building a home out of not so ordinary cards. You create a reality that only few would dare to explore...but explore I do. xo

[dovetailer]

my theory...
behind every mask
beneath every iconic marvel
in the shade of the camera flashes
and the hype of a glorified existence
is a soul, be it boy or girl
seeking validation
appreciation
wanting...needing
to be loved...not owned
to be held
not deconstructed
reconstructed
all goodness deducted
wanting to be everything
to another
just the way they are
you, young lady, are no exception

Beautiful poetry
and...beyond

[asdarkeyesclose]

'Until, I first saw you

Until, I disassembled my tantric matrix

By the old lamp in the spice shop

Humble girl with nothing to show for decades

Of monstrous rage

In lantern light

Except warm skin in snow gold

A kimono puddle at uncertain feet'

i remember falling over once when i realised i was in love with someone so i can understand the 'collapse' of the first stanza and i love the way you describe it. this is exquisite poetry, the imagery is electric and flutters like a butterfly across the page, light in texture, radiant. one of my favourites by you.