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...

[Shelby. Loves ya. :3]

great poem. :3

[Dana Kathryn]

Excellent write :)

[EverEmma]

Stunning as usual. Brilliant and amazing. Wonderful and fabulous. You have woven a complex piece of poetry that is on target but yet so far out there. That is what makes you a wonderful writer.

[JelliFyshKissUs]

I am breathless! These images flitting through my mind after I've read this story are picturesque. I love twisted romance. Just splendid!

[Zackery Alan Daley]

This poem was rad. I loved the rhyming scheme, if you even were shooting for one. 95/100

It's got potential to be seen through diferent eyes. I like how you put together death and love. As soon as you say "i-pod" the mind comes back to modern day. The change in time but not in feeling. Great work!

[.:Arianna:.]

BEAUTIFUL!!!BREATHTAKING,THE IMAGERY,THE NOSTALGIC DESCRIPTIONS,I LOVED IT VERY MUCH!

[Carley Hew]

love the ending. Great job keeping me interested through a longer poem too.

[sharon]

omg this is amazing heart wrentching i love it!

[Jonathan Ballam]

Phew, that was quite a long poem to read. You still tell a tale well, so your rhythm managed to carry my eyes to the end.

For the sake of the reader I think you should end the story on "like a balm". Then perhaps make a new poem and title it "When Death Decides To Whisper Plant A Kiss Upon It's Lips (part 2)".

You are the poet, so at the end of the day that's just a suggestion. Sometimes as a writer I find myself pushing forward to the end, so my brain can find a bit of closure on the subject.

Kudos on the title though. I love reading your combination of soul and integrity, that whirls and ripples throughout your writing.