Monday, October 07, 2013

 


six poems ( for n.v.)



(1)

scarlet from hearts that still bleed for her,
ensconced on crimson pouffe tucked
securely on feet that could trample on
hearts that still bleed for her.

if beauty were stern, indifferent, almost cruel,
it would be here on crimson pouffette,
with the fate of lovers, snugly tucked - 
aware of the power that beauty can wield!



(2)

firm-postured goddess, stretched control,
strange chi breaths the air she is; libertine
suffers images of her - her smile his parole,
(her lips impart intoxication to the wine...)



(3)

A full-cheeked smile,
blooms in the wood-rose browns
of her crown...rappels down the
cream and rose of her skin;
steals quietly into each heart she
inadvertently ensnares....

.....imprisoned in the mysticism of her eyes,
some slave their lives - most in delirious 
ecstasy verily survive!




(4)

bright-eyed seraph, auburn flicks on a bare-shouldered fantasy.
most days, elegance needs her smile for definition;
most nights, the stars sleep when she shuts her eyes....!



(5)

gold glitters in chrome and brass;

all that she surrounds with
her glistening smile, falls
ameliorated to the temptation of
congruent black....seduction
squats in skirt on stair - elegance
sighs in obeisance to aphrodites
manifestation



(6) 


sassy and defiant,
as if style knows she is beauty,
and beauty bows 
subjugated before the stilettoed 
tattoos at her feet....






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