it begins with a high wire pas de deux, slow-
motion spectacle emerging from technicolor night,
slips through the portal of my dysphoria;
painted bodies in brown, black, white, yellow, red,
splashed diamonds of green, blue, gold, purple dyes,
a troupe of nude clowns spinning on pink satin feet,
lusty laughter wreathed in pink tasseled caps,
pink bows dancing at the throat,
masquerade of sinewy forms leaping through
flaming hoops and gliding across hypnotic reverie,
along taut indiscernible wires,
each a harlequin fantasy in this animated
commedia dell’arte, flaunting
his silver sword in search of fair columbine,
lurking seductively in the wings,
veiled in diaphanous silks,
whispering siren songs, luring a chosen lover
to her chamber of elysium bliss
Love,
Sage
John
Regis
Love,
Chanti Lace xoxo
Wellnow, this would be a dream I wouldn't mind having! Bright; colorful; entertaining. Desire? Indeed. Especially that last stanza - whoo! A three ring circus overhead: well done!
(((HUGS))) and love, Karla.
Newfie Hugs, Rose
Sandie May :o)
I especially love the last stanza:
his silver sword in search of fair columbine,
lurking seductively in the wings,
veiled in diaphanous silks,
whispering siren songs, luring a chosen lover
to her chamber of elysium bliss
Your descriptions are captivatingly haunting..
Peace, love, and light,
Amber "V"
Lust is the prowler lurking within the shadows of foreplay
& not to say that is a bad thing...I feel hauntingly endevoured by wonders of enticements reading this dream. And creeped out by the clowns....
You Work Is Spectacular Gene...your words reeling me in deeper all the time to the visions expressed within the vivid clarity of your poetic expressions
Much Love & Happiness To You
Embraced ~ Embrassé
Vickie
nessa