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
so
sinister
seductive
so sweet
that he kisses the fangs
himself
with his death's head
leering in anticipation
surrendering flesh
to rise up with...
and fall down before
she...
rising
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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.
21 charges of vandalism dropped:
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.
Great painting with the words. I enjoyed this.
What was going on here??
Beautiful image & powerful poem! Sorry about the modem problems.
Incredible poem.
Two weeks without Internet access would probably land me in the nut house.
Reminds me of the legendary battle between the red and the white dragon...
Lovely image too.
The power of sensuality, eh?
Love the alliteration!
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.
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. ;)
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.
love it, dude!
especially the rising in the end.
Peace back at ya'.
I think the moral here is: never let a woman near your snake.
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.
Cheers!
Soooooooo erotic and sensual!
p.s. Is your puter's name HAL?
i thought she might offer up an apple, but her offerings are perhaps even sweeter and more sinfulllll.
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
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.
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 poems...it is in the eye of the reader.
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
I know you're working--and that's noble.
But what up?
No blog for a month.
Kind of miss coming over here.
Cheers.
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