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[i]The nightmare of her touch persists,
and the serenity of sleep does naught to dampen its heat.[/i]


Night upon morning, I burn
as if a wanton light raged within:
a pyre of which I had no run.
The fire brought my skin cold
and ardently little hills grew upon it,
my dreams, lively & sweet,
still fluid, moved along into nightmare,
from Life unto Death, the wind took me along.

The night grew in turn,
I wandered through hills of skin;
her breasts stood, monuments in the sun
as I wade through the waters of her mold,
guide to a heart that was barely lit.
Moonlight barely reached my feet,
so I tread along with delicate care,
for love and darkness, next whisper of her song.

The shadow of our heat is all:
spilling in rays across moonlit skies
thick as blood, dark as milk.
I found where Doubt and Emotion fought:
the battleground loud with fuss,
swords and pens, sinister and clashing,
yet it was Love (half-form) that won these fights,
illuminating the land of darkness for me.

Each shadow was a footfall,
a method to the gate of Heaven & Lies,
across the décolleté & its silk,
hands wandered and contact became hot,
and waters of a new song filled us;
Loyalty grew aside scattered clothing,
its leaves cascading in the light of our lights,
each kiss a scar, each scar a memory.

We waited for the light day brings
and embraced in the candle’s fade,
catching summer’s light roll
and following it closely but discreet,
through meadows, forests and finally ascent:
a mountain bathed in Silver and Gold.
A place for Moon and Sun, We
were both northern & southern winds: Two
harmonious letters upon this page.

Then day spread its wings;
the Great Leviathan peaked through shade
and sang across hills & depths of our soul,
“Herald, Darkness’s abscission is complete,
let prosper joy and bring the ornament,
fade unto night the Doubts of old,
let rain scent of New-blood, thick and free.”
With this, Our creature slept anew,
its wings covered in waters of a new age.


------
Art is addicting, an addict am I,
truth is I, the truth am I, the truth a lie!


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The following comments are for "New-Blood"
by Siah

Siah's Blood...
This is intensly fullfilling reading. Inspired me...thank you for this. Blessings.

( Posted by: TheRealKarmaTseringLhamo [Member] On: September 14, 2007 )

not what I expected
this wasn't like "new" at all, but a full-blooded vintage... baroque and undulating in poetic peaks and troughs... your distinctive style, mesmerising.

( Posted by: AuldMiseryGuts [Member] On: September 14, 2007 )

New-Blood
I'm am glad that I have entertained two commenters:)
And to AMG, I've been looking for a style, I'm hoping to find it during the following months and such.
Till another day.

( Posted by: Siah [Member] On: September 15, 2007 )

Siah...
This is sexy...I didnt know the Dutch were this sexy... ;)

( Posted by: kilgoretrout [Member] On: September 21, 2007 )

response to 'new-blood'
Till' another day? Months have flown by, where has life led Siah? Once more, partake in our presence?

Lovely opener where ordo has flown the coop.

An inner-encephalon proceeds to stir the soul,
where 'moonlight barely reached my feet'- deep!

''Half-form'' is succinct and salient. Italics necessary. Overuse in other areas, unsure.

Abscission appears doable, access across all areas. Ornament for you one fold. Passion!!

''Our creature''- tales of the unexpected. One idea.

Interesting as intellectial insight, where literary excellence reigns. I would like to see your eloquent embellishments tarried and tethered to the creative cauldron whence it arose. Far too flighty. Needs anchoring. Extremely promising, however. An end to embellishment? Anyhow, any new projects?

Art is addicting, an addict am I, truth is
I, the truth am I, ''hyperbole as lies?'' --

I believe, I trust.

firstedition

( Posted by: firstedition [Member] On: October 22, 2008 )





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