LIFT UP THE FONDLED LEAF

In this piece, the narrator is looking for salvation in the one that she loves. Even if she has to endure the worst before the light comes into her soul.

If every man were a dagger,  then the earth would bleed over his frivolous body with loathsome masses of fleshy tombs.

For the creator is the Divine of the fundamentals when it comes to clinging to beliefs for a system that holds the iron bar over man's subjugated dreams.

Conjugate the phrases of cherry tongues that bubble over my ghostly flesh, and drive away sadistic beings that strive to overpower me with their foul minds.

Create the longevity of my crimson eyes that contain soulful visions of you and me dancing across golden fields of chance and rye.

Lift up the fondled leaf from the charred pages of your concave body, and hollow out your ghoulish nature, so the famished can be remised in the arms of thieves.

Cover my torso with your raven tresses, my lord, and allow me to drink seductive waters of your soul, in that I may engage in lawful acts of kindred streams.

Author's Note

What do you think of the prose/imagery?

Reviews

[Spit_and_Prayers]

I could teach a class of this poem, I had to read it three times before I felt I could somewhat grasp it. Each phrase is packed with metaphor and meaning. The imagery is visceral and moving. I'd like to see you take it further, and extend the metaphor further, explore more the facets of salvation through love, or a woman in this case. I always enjoy your poetry.

Btw, I love Macbeth as well.

[TL Boehm]

WOW. I found this piece chilling, macabre yet with this draw that was inescapable. It is like a controlled "rant" - it seethes on the page. Very powerful. Very visual. Well done.

[The Rock And Roll Cowbo..]

What a fascinating piece... to see the good in someone over all there faults and love them anyways... we always hope it will help make them a better person.