Sunday, October 19, 2008

Mortal Coil

she snake rise up!

twitching, biting

the charmer abides
because death is a
most beautiful dream

twitching, fighting

because the true power
lies not in his hands
or his hallowed bed

but rises on the lips
of she
sinister and
so sweet
that he kisses the fangs
himself -
a death's head
leering in anticipation

surrendering flesh
to rise up with,
and fall down before...




You know the drill! If I have not yet been by, then I certainly will be very soon! Count on it! My modem has been dead 2 weeks but today I have finally gotten it replaced. If it's not one thing then it always seems to be another...

And yes, Thank You. All of you, old and new. What a blessing exists not in heaven but right here, with friends like all y'all.

Peace out.


JR's Thumbprints said...

Why am I picturing an O'Keefe painting? Could it be the sexual imagery of your words or is it the dragon, which looks like it's being sprung from a flower? Interesting poem, Eric.

Charles Gramlich said...

Great painting with the words. I enjoyed this.

i beati said...

What was going on here??

Lana Gramlich said...

Beautiful image & powerful poem! Sorry about the modem problems.

captain corky said...

Incredible poem.

Two weeks without Internet access would probably land me in the nut house.

Crushed said...

Reminds me of the legendary battle between the red and the white dragon...

Lovely image too.

The power of sensuality, eh?

karma lennon said...

Love the alliteration!

Princess Pointful said...

This woman keeps showing up in one form or another in your words, doesn't she?
This poem has a harsher edge, but beautiful just the same. Hope you are well.

S.L. Corsua said...

This reminds me of the practice of 'snake charming' in Ancient Egypt and now in India. The riveting mystery in that art truly fascinates me. ;)

she said...

love what you've done here..

brings up for me, that surrender so many of us make

not the naive/first time surrender

but the experienced/know pain will follow, but do it anyway surrender

reluctantly, knowingly

all the while praying for mercy

"to kissing fangs & death; the most beautiful dream"

love, ~s.

Susan Miller said...

love it, dude!

especially the rising in the end.

Peace back at ya'.

Ultra Toast Mosha God said...

I think the moral here is: never let a woman near your snake.

Crashdummie said...

awww u poor thing. But glad to hear ur alive and kickin. Amazing poem as always.

Although, gotto admitt, i was kinda secretly hoping to get yet another poem for my b'day this year - I have already made speace on my fridge ;)

Take care my friend.

petra michelle; Whose role is it anyway? said...

Soooooooo erotic and sensual!

petra michelle; Whose role is it anyway? said...

p.s. Is your puter's name HAL?

benjibopper said...

i thought she might offer up an apple, but her offerings are perhaps even sweeter and more sinfulllll.

Donnetta Lee said...

Oh, I like this one. Have to go back and read it again. Conjures up all kinds of images. Miss you when you aren't around! Keep that modem up and running. D said...

Sorry about the modem.
Along with Captain Corky, I know what that's like. Sudden library addiction to put up new posts there.

Heh. Make you feel sort of like shnek in de grass. But frustrated.

Cazzie!!! said...

I love these words, and the image, but I also read it without looking at the image and I see a whole different World... that is the beauty of is in the eye of the reader.

ann said...

sorry couldn't read it
I am ophidiphobic or whatever
the correct word is...

hope all's well in your world

lotsa luv ann xxxxx said...

I know you're working--and that's noble.

But what up?

No blog for a month.

Kind of miss coming over here.