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even in the milky mists
from whip to bubbles,
my bones obfuscate
your whispering madness
cracks, gurgles a fallen secret
suspires in orgasmic delirium:
frothy vodoo doll ballooning his (or my) tummy,
I twitched into a bloody moon,
ancient in your books, whimpers
forbidden affection;
my grinning headshot is riddled
with needle pricks, caress my skinsheathe,
now with the shivers turning our aureoles
into promptings, a poetry undone
growing ants fly in my heart,
implodes into elephants
fuses the imagined throes -- cobweb extracts
of men's hairs, womb and fourfoots dissonance
rumbles in sinister fascination
your smiles are darksmokes,
billows in the unkind earth
split-naked laughters slid in-out, windborn
to the hours dark and fiercest,
of your witchery;
your subtle skin is buttermilk
I don't care who or what your are,
all your cauldrons of hate doesn't stir me:
but my fangs tease before your neck,
I could just say your sugary name in the dark,
our remains trap in my cursed lips,
surely this is love.

------
Be daring, be different, be impractical, be anything that will assert integrity of purpose and imaginative vision against the play-it-safers, the creatures of the commonplace, the slaves of the ordinary. -- Sir Cecil Beaton (1904-1980) English photographer



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The following comments are for "Needlelust"
by clee

Needlelust
WOW! Intense, gothic love! I love-love-love it! I have this impression you're writing your poetry straight on the 'submit article' page, and still you write very well, rich with words and imagination poems. I love the part where ants grow into elephants inside the heart, and all the rest of course. :-)

( Posted by: peterpaulino [Member] On: April 20, 2007 )

agree
Hell, yeah! I do write my stuff here right on the submit article page. From there, it's on the fly editing. Itchy and crazy sometimes scribbling ideas while I'm in the thick of things at the workplace. I could get my butt fired, you know. Haha!

( Posted by: clee [Member] On: April 20, 2007 )

Living On Pins & Needles
It's nice to read a poem that has some unbridled passion.

It's hard to sustain passion, even when you're filled with it. Sometimes it overflows too forcefully.

My favorite line or phrase is: "carese my skinsheathe."

Also: "I could just say your sugary name in the dark."

There are some lines I don't care for that much, but commenting on them would get in the way of my enjoyment of this poem.



( Posted by: gomarsoap [Member] On: April 21, 2007 )

Needlelust
perhaps some lines were a little rich for my taste, but on the whole I found this inventive and gorgeously decadent... saturation for the senses... and imagination... this is a good thing.

( Posted by: AuldMiseryGuts [Member] On: April 25, 2007 )





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