it begins with a high wire pas de deux, a slow-
motion spectacle emerging from the technicolor night,
slips through the portal of my dysphoria:
parisian flair on the marais and champs-elysees,
mimes and carnival in rio de janero,
vivid dreamscene,
fueling the explosive arts scene in rem--
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 limber 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.
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she has a very beautiful vocabulary & your poem is even more beautiful
Embraced ~ Embrassé
Vickie
Regis
I want to see what happens in that chamber of Elysium bliss--the climax. I imagine this as an example of the ultimate rapture with a chorus of angels singing in the wings while two sweaty bodies merge into one.
Newfie Hugs, Rose
"...vivid dreamscene
fueling the explosive arts scene in rem ... " and
"...pink bows dancing at the throat..." and
"...flaunting/his silver sword in search of fair columbine ..."
SUBLIME. (Hey! I rhymed! LOL) Indeed, Sir. Even more better. =]
(((HUGS))) and love, Karla.
Elysium bliss eh? Perhaps just an ideal happiness brought on by too much scotch before nighty nite. I never have dreams like this, I always fight monsters and large breasted Amazons; and I always let the amazons win. And it's recurring too eh?
Thank you for incorporating my review into your poem! And that, my friend, is a collaboration after the fact! I love it, Gene...have a great day. I send up a bouquet of many colors of balloons to you filled with poetic helium...smooches & absinthe...I said absinthe, not abstain!
Love,
Sage