SerpentWrap's Poetry

You ain’t what I imagined to be

You were meant to be the curl of the leaf
coyly, slowly, gradually,
unfurling into a wanton splendour
of grace, beauty, sensuality and oomph -
the innocent, laughing green, erasing all grief.
Alas, you folded up, a withered soul,
holes in the vein, crying like a banshee
You aint what I imagined to be

You were meant to be the turn of the phrase
delicately, smartly, cleverly
carrying heaps of load, a twist at its
waist, a casually uttered mumble -
plundered the core of the soul, its glow ablaze.
Alas, you turned out quite a cliché, words akimbo
like the pathetic scarecrow on a field of green pea
You aint what I imagined to be

You were meant to be the midnight blue of the night
Stealthily, soporifically, numbly,
Creeping insidiously like the sheen
Of a Barnett Newman painting -
Whisper like approach, impact dazzlingly bright.
Alas, you got swallowed, the blood of darkness
ran riot in your veins, the leafless autumn tree
You aint what I imagined to be

RSVP EROTICA

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Thu, 30th December, 2010

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Scarred and Spurned Newly Published 12.01.11

That insidious curve
Of the 40W halogen lamp
Winking at the hollow
Of your spine
A crazy play
Between
Demonic Desire
And
Dreams in the Pyre
Like a Flea
Getting drawn
Into the
Flickering Fire.

The varnished bed
Tarnished with
Lover’s quarrels, and
Make-up sex
The carved out
Slopes
Of the curves
Those careless
Swipes and swerves
Of words
and gestures
picked like
hors d'oeuvres

The shortened breaths
Like metronomic taps
On a drum
Keeping beats
Of memories
And
Tides that turned
In the sands
That burned
Red hot and gilded
Isis in wanton abandon
A devotee, in Her wake
Scarred and spurned