The Last Samurai

Thursday, April 9, 2015

Rooftop

Do you desire? Desecration's divinity?
Does it build up softly?
To send me sky high
Tumbling over and over
Topsy turvy for your skewered vision
Feverish panting flying for your
Over the rooftop ecstasy?

All confusion dissolves easy
In hidden secret bewildering
revelations
Wide brimmed concealment
Tantalizing Teasing
Tart and oh so sweet!

All you see is what you get
And less is always more..
Through your heart throbs
Primary pulsations
Prevarications
So atavistic erogenous
Essentially blind
To seek...
Relief.

I'm the missing picture
That you photograph incessantly
Yet never frame
Answer me are you
Willing? Clue in...
Glue in
To me?
To have me, yet
Never have me?

For I'm freely falling
Into ascent...your
Darling darkling angel...
Delight eternal
Concealed.

Serpents and Saints

Her tresses deflect the waters.
Thickness coils its intentions
Around her vessel
Her boat heaving across oily slick conspiracy.
Sea weeds spring upon
Her slender frame
Hiding her delicacy.
Leviathans are singing
mingling masculine defiance
Rancorous raving against
Her Nordic valor.
A tight rope rages around her waist
Harsh constraints
that finally set her free.

Her boat heaving across oily slick conspiracy
Head cocked she sardonically surveys
The mainland of her imprisonment
Shackled to her boat
Her body sways
Swinging towards Valhalla
May doors open against
Wind and rain
A Goddess arrives
Tonight.

Novus Dies

Novus Dies...

Soft white fibers of mist swirling
Dawn is a faint hope
Late coming
And I have waited in the dark
So long a lonely wraith
Bathed in half light.

When softly I tried the handle of time
Hope dissolved doorknob
Tears fog out those eerie lights
Which keep my dawn from
Coming...

Its a dirty world my love
And my breath sucked in
I gestate sorrow...
Your light is a loving release
And I'm awash
In baptismal glow...
Willy nilly my
Lips part as tender exudation
Of sinful song of sorrow
And I breathe in relief
Joyous exaltation
Embryonic gestation of my
New Tomorrow.

The myth exists.
Dispelling squalor.

The Collar

Once upon a
missing diamond sewn upon a collar
In consternation counted
By bemused Queen,
And much to to her horror
One misplaced in covert bed
By surreptious visitor
To her demure boudoirs.

The king was in his counting house
Counting only money...
To expose a lady in rich distress
Cardinal Richelieu thought
Would be funny...

A missing diamond, a most precious gem
In the hands of a most unusual
Englishman...

Her love, her life, her man, her mind
Collars of ownership can't deny...

So three brave gallants were despatched
Subtlest plot of grand deception hatched
And a pretty paltry bauble recovered
And thus a Queen's honor
Safeguarded.

So off and on and oft it is ...
On our throat glows chain
Of distinction...
Its mismatched links
Arraigned in strict precision...

The reins of control
Take horrific toll
But keeps no captives
In its stronghold.

Oh! love exists in such invisibility
Cloaks, that hides exquisitely
A Collar so bold....
It forms ring of eternal fire
Singes the throat of
Concomitant wearer
This delicate nettled lacy wreath
Tears as poison ivy
faux claims of ownership.

He is true master
The reins are his
Whose every breath is
A kiss we miss.

Whose slightest words are
Passion's prettiest prayers
And sweetest sin
The heady rush of full blooded veins...

Not a Tin man trying to razzle dazzle
Of flesh and blood
Warm honorable.

So I submit
And wear in pride
His chains of iron
Over mock diamonds bright.

Compliant

Seductive addictive nameless submission
Faceless coy amorous position
Narcotic narcissistic supreme subversion
The offering too worthy, soft subtle principalities
Princess of realms of irrational obsessions
Queen so sinuous... singular vaccilations.

Fear is the key
Sprung of deep rejection
Sweet relief, dreamy subjugation
Creamy despair stoic promising balance
Too fragile so precious delicate porcelain
Dolled up delicious dilettante..
Deviance destined ordained
The conqueror's absence
Her mournful presence

Head forever bowed for an
Eternal alliance
Sweet seductive potent compliance
Back turned facing floor
Flooding heart racing...more
Pacing steps her panting breath
Suppressed
He is now...
At the door.

Rose

Pale pink approximates red
Dawn's virginal canvas overspreads
As my carnation blushes blossom
Gathered petals soft succulent
Fashioning a filigreed
Festival of fragrance
Cornucopias of light.

My syrupy sensuality awakens
Tangles intermeshed
into the plucked rose
Thrust into my hair
in precocious haste
Matching shimmery simper of
Sequins sweet upon my dress.

I haven't faded besides it
I still have the advantage

The flower hesitates...
For in the moment
Of full blossom
Its essence mingles
And spreads
And glow wanes to jaded decadence
As my cheeks grow pellucid
With dewy wine...
Rosy adulation of adoration
Intoxicates the bearer...

The best flowers die this way
Glorifying a wearer.

Rose of adoration
Rose of adornment
Thy proud mistress
Is worn
Too well into usage.
We all lie, sisters in
Sad gutters,
Shorn of our petals
Wilted
flowers of fortune
For a fleeting
fabulous day.

Saturday, April 4, 2015

Knights and Dragons

The forest... the silver glass forest
The brook... the ebony green brook
The reflections...
Marry forevermore
In the chapel of sable hills
and ashen woods.

The gilded glide of setting sun
The flight of raucous majestic birds
Stirs music that begs to begin new myths
Yet begs to flow unheard.

The tale of castled damsels
The mockery of distress
This knight straddling dragons
Saddles and reins
Such flaming loneliness.

I cannot name the place or time
I cannot plot the face
The rush that's felt it sets her free
In nameless loveliness..

The silk sky has lent its azure
To paint the Brook's soft breast
The brook gurgles and writhes its sinuousness
Upon longing's lissome bed...

The jaded forests have been left behind
Outgrown its hazy forlorn grace
The brook floods its floors of happiness
Singing wanton
A Boundless sky of bewitching praise...