I watch through the future pixels your body breaking mine on the axis of infinity. The arms and legs enmeshed in sweaty cocooned love. On the streets of fire strangers watch us naked in the wind tearing grass like pages so the marks of time move in concentric ecstasy
Eyes like traffic stopping signals watch us bask in transcendence of high street nudity. Spotted on plasma and law enforcement directories handcuffed love brings forth overstrained saliva and penalties in beastly gardens. Cut me through my rancid soul and find me devouring your naked shoulders. Leonine dances get chased by serpentine threats sweeping away like undressed beach souls. sand, water and your pointillised underwear. you conceal sunset with your visage on mine. Our coital colors steal the earth’s evening blush. I lick your body clean. The night winds are like tail of a space shuttle clinging me through the skins transposed to a cottage bed in forest darkness and we wet sheets weaving dreams of tomorrows. And in last moments of silent death, paradise settles like dust between our glued lips as we penetrate each other’s endlessness. Guilty gods render us unheavenly, expellable so gates close on our last and our first sin.
Then again on the streets of fire strangers watch us naked in the wind tearing grass… as I watch through the future pixels your body breaking mine on the
This is sort of "your" "out of EDEN" - quite different than mine, but a hymn to "children of Eve" if there ever was one! And what classical control of loaded words (Leonine, serpentine..) Your a virtuoso Image-weaver!
PS: sorry it took so long to get back - thanks for your comments on "River out of Eden"
"stay on the axis" michael guy
excellent descriptive writing - clear thoughts, powerful emotion mix comes through these thought images which makes this a good read - going to read some more by you! enjoyed your words, Nicky xx
Conjures a host of interpretive possibilities ... like a splash of hydro-carbons - in ethereal colors - on the surface of water mesmerizes. Hypnotic and rapturous as it wafts through the ether of human expression and understanding. In this write (in my opinion) you have melded the corporeal and spiritual cynically and passionately, and have effectively formed your thoughts as Savador Dali used to paint.
Your best to date young Ms. Roy.
Blessings ...
Richard
Reviewed by blue soplain (Reader)
Reviewed on October 28, 2007
"guilty gods render us heavenly"
what an imagetic and iconoclastic rendering of need; of desire in somehow surrealistic time and space. . ..dreamlike etherealness, with those gods voyeuristically looking on. .. . knowing, understanding. . ..
loverly~
ness
Reviewed by Jerry Bolton (Reader)
Reviewed on October 28, 2007
I'm not at a loss for words. This is a poem which can almost be called surrealistic dream of longing. On the other hand it is soft pornography given to us with the deftness and artistic mindset of "Naked Lunch," i.e., William Burroughs. You weave a slender thread of lust and desire, combined with the subtleness of a literary masterpiece, which, after all is said and done, the reader is sated. Completely. So I shall read it again. This one goes in my library, of which there are few . . .
I am sitting here at a loss for words for a change. That doesn't happen too often believe me. This poem is dazzling, sensual, caring, daring and so many other adjectives that all just add up to say stunning write my dear young friend.
hugs
Fee
Dear readers, this is my third book of poems, and inside are a special collection of what have turned out to be not only MY personal favorites, but also the favorites of many of YOU. Some of these have never been available in print before...
David Hightower’s lyrically expansive meditation on the whims of fate and the unpredictability of the human condition fill the pages of THE HANGING MAN DREAMS with thrilling music and mesmerizing imagery. Hightower’s richly infused voice echoes the e
PS: sorry it took so long to get back - thanks for your comments on "River out of Eden"
"stay on the axis" michael guy
Your best to date young Ms. Roy.
Blessings ...
Richard
what an imagetic and iconoclastic rendering of need; of desire in somehow surrealistic time and space. . ..dreamlike etherealness, with those gods voyeuristically looking on. .. . knowing, understanding. . ..
loverly~
ness
hugs
Fee