A Mess
Paki-critique na rin. Salamat.
His Muse
Pliant body
wrapped in silky
violet
bends and twists
writhes and crawls
on him
white arms tenderly
encircle
an aching neck
and kiss and lick
and drink and draw
the life blood
on his petrified lips
And in her small, pale hands
she crushes his skull
out of their caves
a caged panther looks out
ready to pounce
and tear the brown flesh
and eat her white flesh.
Blood flows
from all sides
on the damp walls
of an unknown room
a storm in hysteria
the orgiastic call of
Dionysus' animals
drawing out
his innards
and feasting on them
She stands in the unknown corner
a beautiful goddess
possessing him
like the
very demons
of hell.
Pliant body
wrapped in silky
violet
bends and twists
writhes and crawls
on him
white arms tenderly
encircle
an aching neck
and kiss and lick
and drink and draw
the life blood
on his petrified lips
And in her small, pale hands
she crushes his skull
out of their caves
a caged panther looks out
ready to pounce
and tear the brown flesh
and eat her white flesh.
Blood flows
from all sides
on the damp walls
of an unknown room
a storm in hysteria
the orgiastic call of
Dionysus' animals
drawing out
his innards
and feasting on them
She stands in the unknown corner
a beautiful goddess
possessing him
like the
very demons
of hell.
isinulat ni Chesuki nung 8:01:00 AM
1 Comments:
I like the way the poem climbed to the metaphorical level. You've made good use of mixed metaphors (metaphors over metaphors that is). Your images are good as well. The only problem I see is its line breaking. It became hard knowing when this line stops and when that line begins.
However, despite that minor criticsim I've come to, I give it a thumbs up. It's nice, I tell you.
P.S. You know how much I love images.
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