Lady Labyrinth Poet Romanticism

Between the Hours

"Between the Hours"



If I had stopped to search 
your page, again…
decoded somehow
what you had written

Between the hours

Surreal a.m. 
3.33
I would have lost the time 
to write you into my own story

The Dream

Strip searched against that Wall
where transparent 
stands a ghost 
in blue neon glow

Floats towards you 
instructions read 
bent over table
extending naked soul 

Stretched flat elbows
Green sleeved and
Palms branding
Red Circled 

Welcoming errors and 
Psalms prayed against
a satin back kissed and sung 
all the way down
 
To legs that won’t run
Whispers velvet gloved
against a sensual criminal
“Is this Lust or Love?”

Earlier you had mentioned a key
as you slipped your hand in mine
brought me in closer fingers entwined
hip to hip knee to knee

Heat emanating from your 
body pressed tight up against me
You whispered that secret in my ear 
and shaking your head, grinning you said,

"You know 
you are 
a real 
tease..."

Down my neck you drew a soft line
with your lips and you said,
“It all begins now,
It all begins with this” 

and I said
as I moved forward 
into the warmth of you
and passed the key on my tongue

sliding warm and wet the words
I tattooed on you with my lips
unlocking you like a well oiled loaded gun, 
with a cherry ripe wet smile whipped

“Here take this”
I slid the key from my tongue to yours
“Words,” I said, lips smiling against yours
“are the real shizz”

You laughed and pulled me in tighter
“Come closer to me, Special Agent
you are  the real biz”
Words, strip searched

I'm
His

The seduction 
slow moving 
sensual
electric 

(LadyLabyrinth/2020)










"In these days
I'm breathing stone, crying stone
I'll win this race
I'll leave alone, arrive alone
Love this place
The lights...
Under this face, so dry..."


"Stripped to the bone
I did no wrong
Truth is my name..."

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Lady Labyrinth November 2, 2022 at 4:38 PM “Stripsearch”/ Faith No More - https://youtu.be/1-TCCmg6ZGM Lady Labyrinth November 2, 2022 at 4:38 PM Lyrics - "Stripsearch" / Faith No More - https://genius.com/Faith-no-more-stripsearch-lyrics

Lady Labyrinth December 28, 2020 at 3:47 AM Poetry, I am certain, is some kind of drug, if not a complete madness that penetrates the good sensibilities of a once coherent and logical thinker. Out the window goes all common sense. Train wrecks, are hard to put back together again, it's all a puzzle - life is never accurate in dreams; love is an uncertainty. Lady Labyrinth December 28, 2020 at 3:51 AM Nothing is "certain", nothing is "fixed". Life flows. People come and go in and out of your life, like waves, low and high tides. Washed into you, then eventually, away. There are no "soul mates", only transitory wolves looking for a match and the right pack.

Ts Poetry January 15, 2020 at 9:55 AM There is more than electricity in the air when the waves meet their beach, skies erupt, entrenching, drenching wet more than just a sea, a Divinity of you, of me. the next song reads I'm hers special Agent... smile, click xx