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...

[Keve]

wonderful piece.

I really enjoyed this write, such power.

....you are really good at expressing youself...awesome piece.

[MOON]

This is a stunning poem, totally capitivating weaving a story in a dream waking up to an Ipod putting you in the present. Lovely

[Relic]

An artistic endeavor into surrealism, story, art, and emotions. Impressive writing.

[SuicidePact.]

gorgeous

[Neva Flores Smith - Cha..]

Selene, this has to be one of the most beautiful pieces I have ever read. I was carried away on the waves of each line and then transfixed as I pictured the little girl at the end.........bravo!

[Rossen]

Pulls me into dance and leaves me with a smile~

[AK]

Wow! Beautiful piece! I loved it!

[Michael X]

Nectar never flowed so abstract, a blend of magic and reality, true to the heart, open like a book of poems, capturing time then letting it go, loved it!

[EMF]

Betwixt and between the playful verbiage, the exquisite use of language and the ecclectic immagination of the truly creative, shines through a truly wonderful person. Never said that to you before, so thought I should. Nice and public so I can't go back on it. And here, is examplified your skills as a writer. Bringing Love and Death to life in a way that others would spit envious feathers trying to emmulate.. You're that good Candy Pole. And that's why I keep coming back