Synesthesia

A Poem by alex-marie

A merging of the senses.

''There is a charm about the forbidden that makes it unspeakably desirable.''
Mark Twain

An inner indecisiveness, or conflict of duality,
like the off-coloured joke you'd mutter
and the crimson-ridden smile I'd shoot back, cautiously.
Deflective to your satire but responsive to your tempt,
concealing an indwelling ardour for you.
A cosmic battle, like the War in Heaven,
-but I, Belial, live not the nymphet truth.

A corruption of the rose, though primed with thorns, a willing decent.
Once only torn by morality and damned repent.
Arrive a submission of withering, of regression in black.
Like the cigarette to your lips,
the auburn excitement and the internal rack.

Of your organs, dance-macabre, where i move to the beat of their ruin,
that you ambitiously defend, conceal, with the external bruin.
Of your blood, through your veins but a reliance in these lands and
Of your soul, switching realms through your smile and your hand.

One to my sin, like the serpent, the phallus and innocence undone.
The other to sanguine, a worthwhile sweet shame to be sung.

But now the distinction is less clear.
As your mouth,
a coiled snake
whispers poison to mine ear.
And your hands take
not my neck,
but my fingers
my heart
and with it,
all due fear.

Can you feel the sounds of torment now,
If you listen to the colours of repress?
This paradise of Hell fire- not lost
but paradise still, I confess.

© 2015 alex-marie

Author's Note

A quick attempt at poetry after a fair absence.

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Asante

Wow, this is a stellar piece of work. Your delivery is pretty amazing on this one, if I'm hearing it the way it was meant to be read. This is amazing. Top notch vocabulary as well. Keep up the good work! xx

Posted 8 Years Ago

dan

alex-marie, It didn't take me long after starting my read to say to myself, "Hey, this young lady's got some serious talent." Your writing follows no set pattern, but that's not what makes your talent obvious. Anyone can write in a random pattern, but it takes a special ability to juggle the poem between a set, regimented pattern through the first few lines/stanzas, and then switch it, gears screeching, to a totally different write pattern, with no halt in the progression of the write, the idea. So yeah, what I'm trying like hell to say I would like to accept your friend request, which I am going to do in 20 seconds, and hopefully have you review some of my stuff. take care...dan