Swallowing Emeralds Off the Lids of Your Eyes~

Inside a pearly snail's shell, on a beach made of glass

I slid the silver bangles off the dove bones of your hand

the full measure of your stirring kiss was a curtain swept aside

as I pulled you from the waves of blue into a moment at my side

 

Your yesterdays, so stiff with fear, I tucked beneath the trees

the ornaments of pain you wore, I mastered with the breeze

I gave you my devotion across a screen of silks

buried every nightmare thread, curled your honey deep in me

stroking length of fire hair, descending your arched back

dancing 'gainst my arms,  as I offered what you lacked

feeding sweets and music into your golden pores

drinking courage off the branch, by that tree, where you implored

to be taken out of rooms, where the fragrance coiled the length

of dreams you dreamed on swings, flying skies on letters sent

but the man took you for granted, on a razor wire of turning

into himself, and out of you, left you soaked in tears, yet burning

 

I watched you piece reflections together edge by edge

inside the alloy of a mirror by a fountain near a hedge

of roses winding into dragons, thorns kissing bluebirds on a high

I bent low from my glass waist, and licked your hand, the wrist inside

and I broke my vow of silence, slid through my stripper's heart

along the length of back you slipped  me, playing your own part

inside  this mystery through gardens, caught in diamond spider webs

crystal threads and hungers inlaid, in promises we kept

 

And I dressed you up in butterflies, fed you cream out of my palm

laying in your beauty, against the edges of your charms

your fire like a river, drenching me in hues

of amber bells and buttercups, pressed against our doom

but doom has many flavors and some are ripe and quick

I uncurled out of my human mask into something you could drink

you in turn unfolded petals, arched into my kiss

as I swallowed every emerald, off your eyes and off your hips

pulling deeper into music

and notes bumping into bees

as I gave you wine out of a snail's shell

and drank you deep inside of me

 

 

 

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Reviews

[Champagne]

You set the magic atmosphere in the first line - 'Inside a pearly snail's shell, on a beach made of glass'. And then we see - 'Your yesterdays, so stiff with fear, I tucked beneath the trees' - beautiful, you have painted a serene and quiet calming of fear. 'dreams you dreamed on swings, flying skies on letters sent' - reminds me of what I have done at some point in my life - don't we all?

There is something magical, and awfully tender, in this poem. The bright yet absurd imagery, the kindness and touch, everything blends together into a land that makes us wish we could be there, witness to this marvelous drama.

Exceptionally well done!

[Dream Weaver]

A plush panoramic piece justly
bejeweled of it title…An enjoyable
read for sure...

[MuSe Ampoule]

An intricately woven tale of beautifully tragic images. Abused lover being coaxed by gentleness until the need arises and becomes too much to bear in it's burning intensity. Wonderful!

[Linear]

And I fell inside your poem, deep into a well, as dark as bright that only irridium can
tell, where butterflies, hornets and liquid smells are stitched all together in lines of precise verse. And gosh I love your work

[My Fair Lady]

Nurtured and fulfilled of those things I lack in your tender words.. As always

[Blossom]

this is so beautiful/ its so woodsy if you get what I mean, I like the flow though its not consistent and I guess that is what makes this poem so mystical. Love the imagery that it portrays, its like a sense of calm has been washed over you. I also love the metaphors and similes that you've used they're very original.

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"Your yesterdays, so stiff with fear, I tucked beneath the trees
the ornaments of pain you wore, I mastered with the breeze"
~great poem Selene~
I like the way you dress this poem in a costume of beautiful images
in such a way where the mood of the poem seems to be the way
that 'she' shows/loves through her displays "I swallowed every emerald, off your eyes and off your hips pulling deeper into music and notes bumping into bees
as I gave you wine out of a snail's shell and drank you deep inside of me."
~Just lovely dearest :)))

[David W Moore III]

I love the landscapes of your poetry. There is a bit of work involved in delving into the depths of them, but I put that off for the second (and third and fourth...) readings, letting the first shower me with images and feelings. And what a lush garden you serve up each and every time. I savor that first read!

[Wildfleour]

One of my favorites. xx

[Kerry O'Connor]

And I dressed you up in butterflies, fed you cream out of my palm...
Sheer magic!