When Death Decides to Whisper Plant a Kiss Upon Its Lips~

~soothing mortality~

He sat there

by the window

of stains

dreams still clenched

in his fist

he bent

a moment in a pearl brocade

unquenched

she unfurled her silks

like water

in cool drips

at his feet

against the tide

of mortality

ripe

which teased

against his ancient mind

 

She enjoyed him by the hour

capturing his gaze

he tasted her sublime

youth

throughout the  days

as dying went about

the figurines of glass

his cane against the door

in a stand of wood and brass

and she bent into his fixture

her hands into his bones

refusing to give meaning

to age

or to atone

for every sinuous curve

she brushed against his arms

of how she used her lips

to sooth him

like a balm

 

"You're greater than their fears."

she said

"Greater than their greed."

as she fed him honey

from a hive

and offered him reprieve

in the scripture

of her arms

embrace

and the psalms of what she was

she'd lift him

every night and day

to a dying time's applause

beneath the down of memory

and the crossroads of a scroll 

as he moved his youth out of his mind

to glaze her eyes of kohl

with his kiss

against her neck

unlocked and smooth

at her behest

sublime in every swallow

of her body made to sooth

 

And so the night enfolded

the old house settled

with a sigh

as she placed him on a bed

of oak

his hard hands had designed

and she kissed each fingertip

with a mouth of berry crème

and pulled him through the swelling

of her struggling

to be free

because

here

she wanted to be chained

to his days and to his nights

ached to enter him like water

to their horror and delight

as the hours fractured off the mirror

and lines deepened through his soul

she pressed her body into his

in that hour without control

curing him of life

feeding him in vain

as eternity crushed down

on another killing day

 

So smooth

she pulled him over

into a photograph from dust

she blew across its surface

and licked away the rust

until he stood against her gown

his fedora tilted to the right

she smiled against his chin

as death

transposed them through the light

where he took her in his arms

and she folded bright

into the tune

round

and round

to music

dance

he dipped her

and she leaned deep back

against the evermore of Time

where love may pause

but doesn't die

as long as there is just one left

to remember

to remember them~

 

And in a photo black and white

a man knelt down

a woman smiled

and the little girl who watched them there

placed her Ipod on a chair

and leaned in close

forward

to see

where she came from

where she'd be

to smooth the wheels turned in a clock. . . .

and a little girl sang

tick

and tock

 

 

 

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Author's Note

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Reviews

[Amy Bumpas]

The seduction of a woman....here she wanted to be chained
to his days and to his nights
ached to enter him like water
Love that line.

Such control, dominance, yet a willingness to surrender,
be the fantasy. You took us to the past, present, and brought a
house alive. And...here we go back in time...

[Hiddenfire]

The title is the best part of this I think. From then on the whole poem is defined so perfectly and it gets you into the 'feel' of the piece right away. Of course it doesn't stop at just the title, the entire poem keeps you on the edge of your seat practically tasting the kisses, embraces, and emotions yourself.
I couldn't find any typos or any other such thing and there was no pause or odd break when reading it, so thanks for the great read.

[EMF]

Yep. Still makes my little toes curl in sheer delight. So if you can see this on the Newsfeed thingy... READ IT

[Scytheriax]

I normally can't sit through a poem at this length, but your style and diction kept me interested. This is extremely well-written and is a piece that resounds within the reader because it's something that people can relate to and the range of emotions are wonderful.
Loved this.

[EMF]

This...THIS is F****** BEAUTIFUL. From the theme to the style, beautiful and perfect. After that, notheing else needs to be said

[Allen Smuckler]

This was so sensuous, your words simply drip from the page...literally and figuratively ...the blue print merely added to its sexuality and passion. Your rhyming is so subtle, but the flow of the words allow you to hear and appreciate the style and cadence of each line.
The young girl, like all of us, is left to wonder and ponder the reason for life.
This is a beautiful, heartfelt, compassionate write, Kitty.
It makes me beg for more..
allen

[Priscilla Sayers]

A story unfolds as the poetry moves smoothly down the page. One that has the reader scrolling to find exactly what this affair may be... A young woman loving an older man... or is death a woman embracing him at the end of his days...
Then comes the little girl with the IPOD staring at a photo, where two lovers are remembered and they are where she comes from as she now counts the minutes as death comes to us all... Eventually.
I may be way off base, but either way, an intriguing poem.

[Lilly Negoi]

:) i love it when you leave me speechless and awed. such a splendid flow you have here and such smooth rhyming...and such a delightful imagery...my dear Selene, this is indeed a jewel...

[Kenneth The Poet]

Sheer brilliance. You tell stories in a way that I envy. Favorited.

[RainQueen]

This is the most powerful piece of poetry I've ever read. Your words are, as always seductive - I could drown in them. But the idea...You painting death as a gentle lover, a seducer, a reprieve. I have been with people who died this way. Slipping gratefully and gracefully into that forever embrace. Just a sigh. Sacred.

Then when you finish the piece with the completion of the circle, the tick tock, a masterpiece. i imagine many poets have written about death, but i doubt anyone else has ever done it with such beauty. I am, as always, in awe.

[Poeticpiers]

Some beautifully descriptive writing which excites a great deal of thought to get at the meaning bravissimo