The Men Stayed Home or Death of a Leading Man

They were the bees knees....swoon.

                                         I

 

Lying in repose, the naked ghosts were still active in his glorious chest

Dashing in death, ladies wept for the fallen giant

Sadder about the sex then the song or the gold

He had moved among them in torrid circles, chanting charms

Delivering goods rarely seen on the inside of any thigh

Leaving hearts in gelatinous pools in village after village, brutal nights

                                                     II

 

Marva Gatehouse was the first to raise a voice in song

Guttural tones streaming from her loins rather than her heart

The heat of the chorus swirled in ribbons above the heads of the others

In an instant of palpable excitement voices coalesced and crashed, vibration  

A choir in the shape of an orgasm, a rose colored wall of ecstasy

The power of the desperation chord, A Minor, the sound of never again.

 

                                                    III

 

The naked ghosts inside his chest grew frenzied and lit among the throng

One last tryst heavily laden with denseness of forever’s seal in yellow wax

They all knew his name and yet the name differed from lip to lip

Fitzwilliam Darcy, Don Juan De Marco, Colonel Brandon, Orlando, Petruchio

The name mattered not, the deed and the willingness to rise to the mental occasion

In a heap of sweat and tears the room fell to realities vice, the pinch of immortality

 

                                                   IV

 

When Evening fell and supper called, the city spoke with lusts incessant whisper

And men in town enjoyed flesh with wives as if it were their wedding night

And the wives, Ohhh the wives…made love that night in ernest, unrestrained

And gave the gift of years of yearning while dreaming of distant castles

Beds lined with silk and cotton, sprinkled in eros oils and petals in every color

All in tribute to the fallen giant, the death of the leading man

Author's Note

Ahhhh...all is right with the world.

Reviews

[Ana Papaya]

I'm smiling, for all the couples who have rekindled, renewed or reinvented their intimacy.
Those leading men and ladies do inspire us. Nice poem. I liked it. Hint of naughty with a touch of class.

[Crowley]

Sorry, just saw this review. Thank you so much, Its the hint of naughty I can get right, the touch of class must have been an accident!!! lol...

[Chris Shaw]

I kept thinking Rudolph Valentino when I read your lines. Not that I was around at the time (lol), but I have read accounts of the impact that his demise had on his adoring fans. Sounds as though the husbands were in for a treat though. That"s paying your respects in a most appropriate way. I'm sure no men complained!

Chris

[An owl on the moon]

Can only hope you have a book in the works... or on the shelf already. You have a magnificent range of voice, and seem to be able to raise to life even those who are left in this world as ghosts. Powerful stories rise as you paint them in sensual, strong colors. Another absolutely amazing vision.

[Crowley]

This one is in my book On Hunters Wash, sad part is after editing the damn thing with All CAPS 5 different times, it was still created with creat space and when it seemed all the damn mistakes were fixed, CreateSpace brought many of the fixes back to the way they were in the published copy. And this poem was one that suffered a bit. Oh well...Thanks so much for the read and sorry so late on the uptake!

[Gypsy Warrior Queen]

You and that thigh C.! Don Juan lady Killer! :p

[Crowley]

Yeah...I like that thigh a little to much. After you pointed that out before I realized there are a few other lines and images that I use a lot. Thank!

[Gypsy Warrior Queen]

It's not that she doesn't want to train a new one...its just that the old one strokes her thighs just the way she likes it...metaphorically speaking..you know

[Gypsy Warrior Queen]

You are a hopeless romantic...be still my beating heart! BRAVO!

[Fabian G. Franklin]

Those silver screen romeos and cardboard cutout Casanovas, how they caused the gals to swoon, like Rudolph Valentino on the silent reels. But the real men reap the benefits of the stimulated libido. Great stuff.

[Crowley]

Thanks fabian!!! Happy Saturday to you! Hope all is well.

[Ed Hart]

ahhhh, a rhapsodic praise to those who carry the night, and those who knows the weight of the rose, and all is light with the world...ain't it so

[Coyote Poetry]

A very entertaining journey in the poetry. I had to read a few times. You create mystery, places and very nice ending. Good visions and thoughts create by the excellent poetry. I enjoyed poem like this one. Make the reader dig into the words.
Coyote

[Crowley]

This was from a prompt prompting us to write a rhapsody. This was my take on it. thanks so much for stopping by!

[Coyote Poetry]

Was my pleasure and you are welcome.