Lady Labyrinth Poet Romanticism

The Warm Downward Spiral

"The Warm Downward Spiral"



"You’re a warm spoon
I’m hot honey."
he says, 
"I know you are"
Ah, the warm welcome
downward spiral
The beautiful madness
takes hold
here in my room
with my 
Incubus
love is a verb
spooning hot 
honey
over
Blind Man 
who now turns
he’s not running

Writes his story 
on my pages
with his hands 
bold kisses that burn
leaves rustling words
whispering over 
pages of skin
Life’s luscious lips
burn their blistering
imprint
I run my finger  
down his spine
I place my mark
to save that page
to read over again 
and again
He’s a book not yet 
fully read, 
he’s a story in rough draft
progress yet to be written 
sans edit 
bold font
never ending

A loose mystery 
bookmarked and bound 
tight with Red ribbon

(LadyLabyrinth/2018)





“There are two ways to reach me: by way of kisses or by way of the imagination. But there is a hierarchy: the kisses alone don't work.” 
Anaïs Nin







"Here in My Room", Incubus
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=0IlPlKBXRHE

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Ts Poetry January 24, 2020 at 3:51 PM It's a page worth reading and committing to memory... xoxo

Lady Labyrinth December 15, 2018 at 11:56 PM “Why are we so full of restraint? Why do we not give in all directions? Is it fear of losing ourselves? Until we do lose ourselves there is no hope of finding ourselves.” Henry Miller Lady Labyrinth December 16, 2018 at 12:07 AM https://www.goodreads.com/work/quotes/1573066-a-literate-passion-letters-of-ana-s-nin-henry-miller-1932-1953