Guilty Pleasure

Guilty Pleasure

A Poem by Crowley
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It comes to this....

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Eventually almost everyone loses their taste for killing

For those who do not, it is usually because they never killed in the first place

And here we are, long in the tooth and squared for battle 

And you wore a sun dress so sheer, the shadow undulations have me retreating a step

 

The look in your eye isn’t hatred, but that of mutual respect

Admiration left the room back in Munich, over wine and cheese

Another killer had caught your eye, but experience is on my side, the just side

You lunge and I parry, unsure if you are really ready for the mercy

 

I stepped to your right, a dagger stroke across the hip, the curves that once hypnotized

The wince, your wince, barely visible, the hiss from your lips even fainter

You are no match for me in this, but you steel those thighs and growl

Your thrust was straight but weak, I let it slide, it found my heart, bigger than necessary

 

We both knew that it would end this way, that die was cast at the beginning of time

Your smile turned to sorrow in the time it takes to birth an original thought

Your thought is one that will not be filed away, it will play in a continuous loop

The movie of my demise will be your guilty pleasure, when your ship has moved on

© 2019 Crowley


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I have never read a break up so eloquently put but dipped in sadness and vitriol and laced with honour and the traditions of hurt and revenge and defiance. And indeed some take pleasure in knowing their mark, left behind, is indelible!

Posted 4 Months Ago


Yep, I love those blow-by-blow, knockdown-drag out affairs. It those nuggets of gold we keep on store for rainy nights. But when the passion fades one is left in the dark and murky waters.

Posted 5 Months Ago


This is intense & palpable & unusual. You had me totally believing these two were sparring for fun in a very deadly way. This juxtaposition is startling, the way it draws me totally into the mood of both sexy and dangerous. Yow! I love the way your twisted mind works! Happy Easter to you & your loved ones! (((HUGS))) Fondly, Margie

Posted 6 Months Ago


'I stepped to your right, a dagger stroke across the hip, the curves that once hypnotized - The wince, your wince, barely visible, the hiss from your lips even fainter - You are no match for me in this, but you steel those thighs and growl - Your thrust was straight but weak, I let it slide, it found my heart, bigger than necessary.. ' That was near to being hung, drawn and quartered - with a vengeance!

Oh my, what to say after reading that twice, second time aloud!!! Don't know why but your words remind me of matador and bull... not sure who's what, mind you. But dear goodness there's villainy and sensuality in each stanza, as if nightmaring in erratic and erotic motion! You write with amazing passion here, yet somehow expand your thoughts to a bitter and very final finish. Extraordinary.

Posted 6 Months Ago


What a powerful, fierce write... a poem that contains a novel in every stanza... The story plays out in such a personal way... guiding us from past to present... to the agony to come. Tom Hiddleston once told me, "I never feel guilty about pleasures." Well, it might have been a meme of Tom...

Posted 6 Months Ago


La Petite Mort writ large. :))

A soon as I read the first verse, I heard Leonard Cohen singing, 'Dance me to the end of love.'
I was introduced to the song as a child by my father. Curious is it not, where a poet's words can lead the reader to.

A wonderful write.

Beccy.

Posted 6 Months Ago


You deftly describe a fierce Argentinian Tango between reunited lovers that draws first blood, in this dramatic showdown of a poem Crowley. Your words execute a pas de deux of passion, sexual tension, rage, hurt, seduction and...love so strong that it’s palpable. Daggers and thrusts of steely thighs- you hold us in thrall to see who survives this standoff. “That die was cast at the beginning of time”...and the fallen are counted in the end. This piece moves us in a dance of warriors and leaves us stunned, breathless and awed. Ah yes, absolutely superb write and experience my friend.

Posted 6 Months Ago


Crowley

6 Months Ago

Thanks APH!!! I love it when you come around! I was in Germany when I wrote it and just started out .. read more
Annette Pisano-Higley

6 Months Ago

You’re very welcome Crowley! :))
Up till now I really just thought that people have food items as guilty pleasure but this poem changed my opinion:D
Killer poem with a very interesting way of writing and I really enjoyed it

Posted 6 Months Ago


The kill does't give thrill any more,when one has so many victories under their belt . A Wonderful reconteur of the encounter, from which time stole the intoxication. A Flawless creation, gripping style of writing.


Posted 6 Months Ago


Crowley

6 Months Ago

Thanks!!! Appreciate the review. Yeah, the thrill does seem to slip away, but sometimes the ending i.. read more
Crowley,
Just love the swaying rhythm of this poem . . . the long lines carry the narrative well. The imagery is strong. The 4th line in the 1st stanza is somehow startling! You don'y expect it . . . yet it carries the reader into the coming stanzas where the combat of warring hearts (and perhaps egos) becomes real. The reference to Munich gives the reader a sense of mystery at the same time a context. It's indeed a harrowing ending . . . the wounding that stays with us (both parties) for years to come. Congratulations.
Tom

Posted 6 Months Ago


Crowley

6 Months Ago

Thanks man!!! Appreciate the stop and the kind words. I wrote it while on vacay in Germany, so Munic.. read more
kentuck14

6 Months Ago

Lots to see in Germany . . . was there for a year.
T.

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