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...

[Emily B]

oh, wow!

I saw myself. I saw him. I saw an uncertain future. So much left to wonder.

[Kaite Seckinger]

Your words are SO powerful and truly wonderful. What an immense talent you have for writing! None like any other I have seen. Thank you for sharing! It was a joy to read :)

[Lilly]

An amazing piece. Powerful indeed. Beautiful writing.

[Larry Dyson]

read it again and once more gaulk at the phrse"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 the lines deepen 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"

[Art]

An exceptional work Selene...you delve so deep that all we can do is follow...nicely written poetry

[DannyLynne Riley]

again and again I always come back for more...you are without a doubt one of the greatest writers I have ever read and my absolute favorite of all.. I love the way you dip these beautiful words in acidic truth. how I read the lines again and again to search for meaning in the in between. Bravo!! Ms. Selene... bravo!!!!!

[Denise Rivard]

very powerful indeed. Ilove the line " she leaned deep back against the evermore of Time where love may pause but doesn't die" It gives one hope for the future that the past will remain for those who have the wisdom to see. Modern tech will never eradicate those memories we cherish in those old black & white reminders from another gentler time. Good one Selene!

[Ruth]

To lose the self in something so passionately warming takes the concentration away from a cloudy conscience!
As usual, Selene, love, a great piece of art and I say art because you are indeed an artist who crafts their work with passion and it shines!
xx

[Quaddeth]

The oxymoron of death and love furthers this thought but the reality aspect of the poem immediately earthens us. We're grounded by the reality of the situation, until I saw the word "iPod" I presumed the poem was timeless, but giving it a time period at least in the past 5-8 years allows us to relate further to the situation.

The simplistic form of the poem encourages us to read on, it sets a steady pace to the poem which I like, reality is a steady pace. What is more real than mortality anyway? A great poem again Selene, one of my favourites of yours.

[Sweet_pale_cacophony]

Beautiful and eloquent..how you weave such a rich imagery..