Painting The Tainted~

~*shrug*it happens to the most jaded of us~

When I first saw you

My collapse was a edgy house of ice cards

The Queen tumbled from her strawberry gown

Through the snowflake atmosphere

Into your broad palm

Open

 

Few men will open their hand

To girls like me

Who ride under the ice in floating silk

Glass voyeur

With blues around the spiral arms of snow iris eyes

Learning patterns in the men

As if they were Braille in motion

Cutting up the winter

With their ice skates

 

I have carved a thousand men in the image

Of the monsters

I have covered them in stains of ink

Always slipping through the hedge

Backwards

To the original quill gripped between sharp teeth

The velvet ink that bound my wrists and mind

 

Until, I first saw you

Until, I disassembled my tantric matrix

By the old lamp in the spice shop

Humble girl with nothing to show for decades

Of monstrous rage

In lantern light

Except warm skin in snow gold

A kimono puddle at uncertain feet

 

 

 

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Reviews

[Reese38]

The vulnerability in this treasure has more strength than the everlasting pyramids and just as much mystery. You're the most original voice I've encountered in 38 years of living and breathing literature. You, my beautiful Selene, my private Scheherazade, are the epitomy of the poetic seductress. So many of us worship you, and love you as much as you allow yourself to be loved, and we all anticipate the next bounty to come from your ink.

[JelliFyshKissUs]

Great minds surely think alike, don't they, dear Queen? There is always one who melts the snow. Always one. And secretly we wish to drip into a pliable form... when it's the right hands.

[.]

even big girls get hooked occasionally..there is a cautious vulnerability which daintly weaves through the verses..the second verse giving in the doubt and the third taking it back..you nail it every time.

[FireWoman]

Opening the curtains of yourself to expose it all is not a vulnerability, it is a sign of bravery and everlasting hope. A artfully written piece that dances nimbly through the mind as a tiny ballet dancer.

[EMF]

God's I needed that. I could write lot's of nice stuff right now, but I read it to be selfish, so to Hell with it. I read you, because you're good. One day we can chat about Iambic Pentameter and structural metering and reflex Orthothology. Or I do have some nice Parisian Postcards?

[Robin]

Such a gift

[Ed Hart]

oh how we long for that place of innocent hope...oh how we long...i'm hearing you girl, kimono puddle and all...oh the courage to surrender

[The Rock And Roll Cowbo..]

You are one unique lady and some men just can't appreciate that... why is it someone can say they love us then try to change who we are... when it continually happens to you you start to expect it and therefore enter relationships with too many guards up.

[OT]

you have this great gift of giving life to characters - "Few men will open their hand
To girls like me
Who ride under the ice in floating silk
Glass voyeur
With blues around the spiral arms of snow iris eyes" - and that coupled with your brilliant descriptive skills gives rise to truly great things - of course nice stuff here!

[RainQueen]

Your words, as always, glow, shine, astound - But these, these sieze the heart.

"Learning patterns in the men

As if they were Braille in motion"

Groping blindly to read them, these sometimes-silly, sometimes-mostrous creatures.

The image of this vibrantly frozen Ice Queen, falling up through the scrim of ice, warm hand outstretched to her...Ah. Like the breaking of dawn.