Sunday 20 October 2013

Lily 'n Brow



Lily 'n Brow
Mistress pouts her dead lily, too
And, ponder what to sacredly woo
Truth it'd faintly behold
Slave of treasures UNtold
On a parchment of unsung song
O' Mademoiselle! How slow they unfold
Miming your open arms yearning long
From dark 'n dim corners made of gold
Two rainbows of lust 'n love to ascend
Birthing from the ruby womb of your brow
Floating to your faded petals, it descend
Crawling underneath the skin, oh so cold!
And, swallowed to meet your pale crow
Surrogate tongue once you merrily sold
Oh! Look, what it'd fairly behold
Eaten bits of truth, flesh so bold
And, broken chewed bones so cold
Mold?
Not mold?
You squeeze ripened truth and your tongue mourn
Between white teeth and wailing lily, Juices sworn,
It still enfold—It still enfold
Alas! To be lamented, and told!

6 comments:

  1. You really have a lot of emotion in your writing each and every time. It makes it very powerful :)

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    1. Thanks Keith...I feel before writing, hence might be the effect :)

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  2. Crawling underneath the skin, oh so cold!
    And, swallowed to meet your pale crow
    Surrogate tongue once you merrily sold

    whew...the whole thing is full of emotion and is vivid, but these lines really encapsulate the feel of this for me...

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    1. So many thanks, Brian, for reading it so deeply and feeling what I actually wanted to make others feel :)

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  3. Oh God ... you just get into the depth of the soul ... your exquisite wordplays are always my favorite :-)

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