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Written for the contest sponsored by Edward Ibeh, on " A kiss in the dark"

December knows the speech to transcribe double-edged thoughts, dried between cognitive spaces of comets tattooed with razor-sharp ink~ infused with cinnamon and clover, emanating toxic perfume of decadent desires~ as our love was an ice-storm~ beautiful, fleeting, destructive, and promises we made are like petulant paper-dolls, misplaced in the wounded effervescence of snow-covered sins, melting in vain… Yet tonight, I taste the smoky truth in tears of time~ trickling like muted waterfalls in mist, as my insomniac heart follows faint scintillas of soft sparkles, stitched gently into skies of sullen moonflowers and lilies, soaked in raining memories… For I am the eclipsed sun~ drowning in the afterglow of poetic gloaming outlined with amethyst embers, while interlocked as ethereal tendrils, intoxicated by the elixir of white topaz, contrived from the musical starburst of my anemic quill. But amidst lines of twilight, tailored with wolverine lies, can you still hear our songs in Cupid’s crystal sighs? Or was it just a kiss in the dark on winter’s lips, swirling through neon ashes, like frosted glows of juniper twin-flames? I remember your light, the lunar lamp that refused to cloak the image of us fading, when the wind suffocates the delicate stems that home roses and orchids, we designed to the silent hum of grief. So let me rewrite the words you used to say, with the pointed tip of this mutilated muse, to compose a resonant requiem with dahlia dust, flowing as purple prose within my cathartic bloodstreams in supernova coherence…

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Date: 12/29/2024 3:32:00 PM
Heartiest congratulations on your top win in my contest with this truly magnificent poem, Inky. Great imagery, vocabulary and metaphors. A fave for me. Wishing you a Happy New Year!
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Date: 12/26/2024 1:27:00 AM
Super excellent as always, penned in your inimitable style, replete with metaphors and flavoured with alliteration. Wish you a happy new year in advance, IE, God bless
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Date: 12/26/2024 1:28:00 AM
Awn thank you dear seeker! I am truly touched and grateful for your kind comment. Happy new year in advance too. Sending you light today and always
Date: 12/23/2024 1:24:00 AM
As ever, your metaphors amaze me. How deep is each line resonant with loss and longing. The blossom of your love is dead. Nothing can entwine your shattered hearts. The wolverine lies seem to taunt and haunt you even in your sleep that you can't shine in full glory. "For I am the eclipsed sun~ drowning in the afterglow of poetic gloaming outlined with amethyst embers," Wow.... ! How deep, with a tone of unsettling grief. Your pen has indeed a very sharp piercing tip, but it is never held by 'a mutilated muse', but a doyen of a poet. I am sure you are a winner. Dear Ink, wish you a Merry Christmas.
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Date: 12/21/2024 9:01:00 AM
There are so many layers in this poem as always it has a theme of self transformation, love and loss, exploring the complex nature they bring.. It seems like a common topic for your poem and you always used the most delectable metaphors to express your feelings so poetically... As always there is so much emotions in your poem.. The tone is melancholic and reflective, with a sense of yearning and unresolved grief. There’s also a feeling of bitterness and frustration, especially when you describe your "mutilated muse" and "wolverine lies." I am sure this will be a top winner
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Date: 12/19/2024 11:51:00 AM
What a wonderful write/story you have here. I love it. Yes, December knows the speech... Have A Very Blessed Christmas................
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Date: 12/19/2024 9:15:00 AM
A sad lost love expounded in intricate metaphors and alliteration. Pity the infused perfume with cinnamon and clover could not rekindle that spark of hope. Best of luck in the contest. And happy days.
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Date: 12/18/2024 9:43:00 PM
This is a beautiful flowing poem with colorful metaphors. The heroine sounds to be very strong in the face of loss. I like the dramatic story.
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Date: 12/18/2024 3:56:00 PM
Ahhh I see some of those excellent lines are back. Very nice. This one is a lover flameout. Bright as a supernova but the requiem has already been sung. Bye bye baby. Good while it lasted, if but for a moment in time. Have an awesome evening (or maybe day in Maldives)!
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Date: 12/18/2024 2:01:00 PM
It just wasn't to be, the flames of passion sadly burnt out, it's sad when you think of what you had but the spark is no longer there. I think many of us have had that experience. Best of luck in the contest IE. Tom
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Date: 12/18/2024 1:07:00 PM
wow, amazing as always, Ink. I like how you made it a winter kiss and related imagery to that. And then remembering it in smoky tears. Yours is SO much better than mine (still not posted). I just had no clue how to do this one so I wrote about my husband and our first kiss. I expect to see this a chart topper.
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Date: 12/18/2024 12:44:00 PM
IE, this is great...the emotion of passion in an ongoing series of images that indicate it was good at the time, but now missed. Passion and attraction are interesting feelings that have a deep impact on our brain and thoughts. They seem to surface often if not resolved to our satisfaction (if we are the sensitive type). I also love how you've captured the title since the darkness of some of your thought descriptions goes well with the different meanings for dark. Hope you have light. Smiles!!
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Date: 12/18/2024 12:07:00 PM
Inky, that is beautiful. Powerful, flowing. Wow. Supernova Coherence that's power. Keep Rolling.
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Date: 12/18/2024 10:19:00 AM
I sense a stab of pathos and loss,--" the silent hum of grief, a resonant requiem " -- highlighting this heart- tugging poesy...again , with superb wordplay, you mesmerize, ink!
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Date: 12/18/2024 9:37:00 AM
Amazing write always
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