You pour through my soul
Absinthian elixir
My Mother Gaia.
Sunsets of Ruby,
Elysian fields, golden;
Amethyst mountains.
I taste Bing cherry
Concord Grape fermentation
Tangerine orange.
I drink heartily
I pray for supplication
Needing sustenance.
SOLILOQUY AND SILHOUETTE
Soliloquy and silhouette, a lively dance,
A sideways glance, such dalliance of form.
In Verona, this jester must be serious. Stance -
Shoulders back, feet set, just right. The storm -
Soliloquy and silhouette, in perfect pirouette.
A swordfight ensues, a riveting Capulet and Montague feud,
As Romeo’s ear, inclines, to the unabashed harkening of Juliette.
At the balcony’s base, he’s starstruck. She’s her lover’s only food.
Her fair skin camouflaged in dark shadow.
The beauty of the heart pounds out words.
Time tolls for bitter foes, who will reap a sorrowful low.
A family feud - a causal sacrifice of dove-like birds.
Silhouette of two, carried through the darkest night.
Mourners gather in the emptiness of absinthian gloam.
A rebirth - two families freed from their shackled sight.
Too late for angels, so far from their home sweet home.
9/10/2017
Silhouette Contest
From the anise do I awaken.
Molten sugar dribbles into my veins;
O languor! My mind’s overtaken—.
The green fairy has me forsaken in pain;
a siren, she beckons me to her shore:
her green eyes incense my intemperance!
Saffron locks graze my skin in our rapport,
rendering a crucible of irreverence!!
But your absinthial hold on me dies,
as I now see and know your gross illusion
of pure heart and at last do recognize
that ample breasts, blonde locks spell ruination!
Wherefore have I loved you? ‘Twas all my shame
as I drowned in your absinthian game!
stormy raindrops enlightened by an absinthian glow
How much, how far you have seen, to bring about so much bliss
kings and prophets have led you to Cairo
Two moons embrace my fallen kiss
Bitter as wormwood or Turkish coffee,
absinthian abandon;
this passion stings and burns.
Cheeks blaze with the scarlet sign and stigma
and your teeth leave their signature on my hips.
Prudence we shed like the ash
tapped off my cigarette with trembling fingertips.
This bed is an ocean in which I choose to drown-
sore each morning from being
crushed by your waves.
Ninety-proof ecstasy
scalds as you swallow,
but you, oh so deliciously, melt.
The scars will be there only because the body
could not bear the pleasure that it felt.