Poison'd beauty ~

Behind her veil'd facade

she writes her memoirs

enticing nectar'd touches of a woman

pickled with tartness & zest of a wanton need  

closes her eyes whilst she takes her quill

upon her honey'd breasts

scripts love letters of a past sinful lust,

seasoned times she fondly reminisces

  in her foolish head she had a dream,

    blinded by desire, was never meant to be,

in her haste to be discreet

    her scarlet letters smear'd

emboss'd her mark upon raised braille

 despair'd should anyone unfold her

                 true heart's intentions,

  one final evanescent indulgence

      of a poison pen'd sleeping beauty  

   

Author's Note

Reviews

[Vani Jalagar]

Well, i've heard that, "For every beauty there is an eye somewhere to see it. For every truth there is an ear somewhere to hear it. For every love there is a heart somewhere to receive it."
I know that my words are not enough to describe the essence behind every line, i just float in them..:)

[Frieda P]

Oh I like that quote, I'm floating in your words now, thanks muchly Vani, appreciate you sharing that one with me. :)

[Chandradhish Ghosh]

There's something strangely attractive about this poem and the character in the poem...

[Einstein Noodle]

"emboss'd her mark upon raised braille
despair'd should anyone unfold her
true heart's intentions,"
you are really ..very good ... hope that you know it ... i think those lines are incredible
E.

[Thomas Fitzgerald]

a succulent and delicious piece that teases with taste and slides down the gullet, well done, good read.

[Blue]

"in her haste to be discreet/her scarlet letters smear'd/emboss'd her mark upon raised braille" tugged my heartstrings. It has an incomprehensible profundity it actually made me read those lines over and over. As usual, your poetry had me exercising my neurons. Lovely work as always, mothernutter.

[Brittany Zedalis]

That song is now stuck in my head, haha.

I love every single line of this. Great job.

[Tai Ryens]

I pictured a girl writing letters in braille, a language unrecognizable to the common person who often tosses away the letter because they are unable to decipher its contents. The words exist by themselves, legible only to one person heretofore, and quite possibly the time onward.
'Twas not loneliness, though, that lingered between the gutters of every line; but more of a frustration.

[♔ CrownedDevil &#..]

Amazing simply amazing!

Kaze~

[Coyote Poetry]

"in her haste to be discreet
her scarlet letters smear'd"
I enjoyed your stories in the poem. You create interesting characters and places. I like this character. She is filled with mystery and question. Thank you for the outstanding poetry.
Coyote

[Shaquana Adams]

despair'd should anyone unfold her
true heart's intentions,
one final evanescent indulgence
of a poison pen'd sleeping beauty

I very much like the unfolding in this poem. Very beautifully penned ^-^

[Frieda P]

Grazie mille Shaquana.