Prowling the estate
Seeking a mate
Thinking he was great
Royal Birkdale could not wait
For his date
When the lioness arrived
Honestly Royal Birkdale tried
Thinking the lioness was going to be his bride
Opening the door
Letting out a roar
Exclaiming, "Amor Amor"
She pranced
A dance
Making Royal Birkdale turn red
Many said
Time passed
Lioness tail swung fast
Letting a lot go
Wanting to know
Where things are
In their relationship, so far
Being a future King
He purchased an honorable ring
Shiny and bright
Just right
"You are my Queen
A dream"
Lioness pondered and peered
"I love you dear"
Allowing cubbies to magically appear
Giving Royal Birkdale much pride
That could never be denied
As the sun set
Royal Birkdale will never forget
What he has in life
A loving family and committed wife
I perceive her as fire, not too smokey
But glossed enough to burn my desire ,
This back street pleasure filling empty pathways
Isolated by moonless eve... guarded by egg shells :
Only the waves know this rapture,
Only the stars hear loud groans,moans...
Although this warmth or heat is rented,
My own misery or angst dissolves
As her skin waxes on mine ... slow
Then fast in restless grind of hours.
We take tingling drops of wine
Before sunlight gleams to rise over sheets
Now crumpled by lust, maybe an ounce of love--
She, draped in mannequin's thin wrap
Is delicate and tough with a heart unbidden :
How in this moment, her flaming eyes
Flirt with my demons... and yet her cunning mien
Restrains surrender of constant ardor--
And while I button her second-hand dress
Our next rendezvous is done, again--again
The comfort of my scourged loneliness,
Allayed by the harlot of my nights.
This house has been set ablaze; ashes rain like snow,
covering what has become my deathbed.
A weighted blanket of ruins lies heavy upon my chest.
Laboured breaths and the taste of soot coat the back of my throat,
stifling oxygen from reaching the whites of enervated eyes.
Blue-tinted lips incoherently whisper, flirting with my demons,
living in purgatorial gloaming
whilst my spirit hovers between diminishing light and shadows.
Reality blurs, amalgamating with hallucinations
where demons dance in a macabre ballet,
reenacting repressed sorrows,
torturing an undead heart to the brink of insanity.
With each twirl, each act, tales of desperation are etched onto flesh.
Riverlets of blood stain the sheets bright red,
as tourniquets are nowhere to be found.
There is no way to halt the flow;
emotional instability will be my bloodletting.
Every second ticks by a little quicker
until each heartbeat grows fainter.
A clenched jaw relents,
eyes roll backwards,
and a damaged soul is severed from its mortal coil,
yet its fate is left undetermined,
flailing in the in-between forevermore.
The songs I urge for,
hold the heaviness you breathe in to me,
How you paint poetic parallel pieces,
in a porcelain poison photography,
Place the gate of my fingers,
on your chaotic contradictions,
Let them explore vigorously
Beneath and beyond the boundaries of what could be,
In a room full of our piercingly powerful dreams,
Let us be the object to these unfinished tasks
taken to treat our new found ecstasy,
So choose us, between hell and earth.
and with fire, flirt with my demons
that profusely starve for you,
Bursting into our very own heaven ,
written from the tales of our souls,
Carve me, for I too have held wounds,
Hurt me , because you hurt too,
Shall we sing our pain
in an unstoppable sonata?
I see the beauty in the orchestra,
It’s untamable, yet leashed,
Irresistible, although weak,
You are a dangerous dare,
I could never share,
The addiction , your words
have brought on to me.
They see the scars and turn around,
and fear the winter in my chest.
The moment that my ghosts make sound,
they flee like all the rest.
But this is me - the blood and scar;
the quiet panic and midnight cry.
You can not love my brightest star
without the blackness of my sky.
So come and sit beside my open grave -
the griefs you have to dig to find.
I do not need one who can save;
just one who can love my mind.
Step past the signs upon the wall,
press your palm against what is dead;
If you love me, you would love me all,
and flirt with the demons in my head.
Seduce the wolves that hide my war,
and kiss the acid from my biting tongue.
If you should shrink from what's in my core,
then leave while our love is young.
Take the match and strike my bone,
and marry the ghosts that haunt the floor.
Love me until my madness is shown -
and still choose to love me more.
Flirt with my demons
We chase that which destroys us.
We know we shouldn't!
Winner 3rd Place: Language of Love, Ink Empress (Sponsor) 6/1/26
Some times I may want to flirt,
some times I like to play in the dirt.
I could be right,
or is it plain just out of sight?
Please don't look under my skirt.
From across the room
you were feeling me.
A doe eyed stranger
with sticky lip gloss.
That smirk? I meant it.
I know it smacked
blowing that kiss.
Are you enough?
Let’s find that out.
Can we touch,
stay discrete?
Read my mind.
Turned up
to broil
yet?
We went for a walk, one windy day,
through the woods, and along the way,
she said to me, "If you please,
let's sit a while, it would make me smile,
beneath these shady willow trees."
Yet, as just then, a gale-like gust blew by,
in apprehension, I asked her, "Why?"
And with a flirt, a lift of skirt,
the lady promptly did reply,
"On my first date, not to prevaricate
or equivocate, I don't osculate.
It's not the wind beneath my wings,
or a draught up the shaft I love,
but the breeze between my knees."
dreams
fantasize
eyes
invite
heart
beats
William Shatner
to the Enterprise did matter
he played the title role of Kirk
and with the alien women did flirt
I faced so much hate/
I used to be a Playboy/
I don't understand the hate/
Or the abandonment/
I walk the earth lonely/
With feet of fire/
Then, I met a lady/
I thought she was/
Just another hater/
Then, that day... With love/
She looked into my eyes/
I forgot all the pain of the past/
Her eyes healed me for that moment/
I felt that love again in a dark world/
Then her face went blank/
Maybe she tricked me/
Maybe she don't/
Want anyone to know/
I thank her for letting me look/
Into her eyes/
I have forgotten what's that like/
It's been thirty years/
Since I've seen eyes like that/
From a soul of darkness/
I thank her/
If you flirt men
Keep your bones flexed
Careful next time.
Fingers in hair you flirt with flair,
Feel fine in fair romantic air,
Why then this sneer on face
And concealed suppressed stress?
What floats in soup’s her piece of hair.
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Epigram |02.07.2024| humour
Poet’s Note: A man loves flirting with his fingers in wife’s hair. Then when finds a piece of hair in his soup, gets annoyed. Based on a Hazal in Gujarati by Lalit Varma
Feeling your eyes peeling my insides
Looking within my heart under my clothes
Inspiring me to emotionally undress
Red romantic reveries
Tenderly pull me closer to you
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