The Sound Of Desert Rhapsody~

The Sound Of Desert Rhapsody~

A Poem by NoneOfYourBusiness akaKITTY KUTABAREakaCandyPole

desert roots me

runs up my thighs into my hips

feeds my belly

 

stallions thunder

hooves echo against canyon walls

 rattlers wink

and a road runner or two has been known

to stop

the runabout

for a heartbeat to look

at a dying woman and go

"Well it's about time wichinchala, welcome the hell home."

 

and a woman I no longer know laughs through my parted lips

unbuttons her blouse with my long fingers

 

“Oh.”

says the road runner

hops up on a joshua tree for a better look

"I don't like that."

he proclaims

dips his beak between my breasts

to pull the shiny thorn from my deadly curve

toss it high into a forever blue sky

giving me pause

 

the rattler

rattles his wind around my reed ankles

rubs his body up against a thigh

shedding paper skin as he goes

new scales

cool kiss

against a parchment of lavenders and blues

"This is how you do it."

he flicks his tongue against the hole in my chest

 

I laugh,

"But I am just a human girl with human blood."

rattler won't buy it

and road runner says

"Pft, this is the desert girl, what survives here survives everywhere"

 

rattler rests his old head against the butterfly on my belly

like he did decades before

in a desert near second mesa

while I tasted blood inside my mouth

now I taste only the sounds of rapture

on the end of that final tug

a string on a violin

tears itself

against a rich melody

 

 a stallion dips his muzzle

into my palms

my head bends against his brow

final rhapsody

in silence

 

 

copyright:2010vssmd

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© 2010 NoneOfYourBusiness akaKITTY KUTABAREakaCandyPole



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Another surreal write I wish I was sure what a road runner was but the sensuous rattler was plain enough... the stallion too carried images of strength and virility with his presence and the breasts and the thighs create a wonderful melange of desert dry heat and mounting desire... I never quite understand your poems but I love their enigmatic and suggestive imagery and the sheer pleasure as the words slide down

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I wish for you to return to the SW the home of a peice of your heart. I agree w/ roadrunner. *Placing a bouqet of magic healing herbs on your breast*
I bet the desert will never be the same after you land. Lovely stitch work of words Princess :-)

Posted 6 Years Ago


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what a beautiful desert picture, you've here painted

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Sometimes when our thoughts take flight, we can hit such incredible hights, but i rarely fly as high as you, Very well done

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Very creative write!

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The lines, "and a woman I no longer know laughs through my parted lips
unbuttons her blouse with my long fingers" are sheer genius that sharply describe the state of mind the poem envelopes.

What an amazing tour through the psyche at critical junctures...at least that's what it speaks to in me.

Posted 6 Years Ago


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Such mystery, yet a jovial bunch they are...everything
has a sound...even us a individuals have a certain sound about
us...like a scent...and so the desert has life, misunderstood.

Posted 6 Years Ago


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Though I may not totally understand this poem, I like it. There us so much that is beautiful, and it carries the reader through. An excellent piece recognized by somewhat naive reader.

Posted 6 Years Ago


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The ending creates a beautiful oasis in my head. Amazing write.

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Ghost Girl dreams more beautifully than Salome.
A great gift of grandfather snake to dream one's own redemption.

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1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Never has the desert seen life like that which you have created here.

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Tags: poetry, desert, mortality, sedona, the pull, sleep immortal, mortal lullaby, old man rattler, mustangs, road runner, beep beep =)~ selene skye, the surreal stalks, and times, of a gutter girl, books

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