The Serpent’s Kiss

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This ashen tongue…

It slithers through deceit 

Like dreams of silk

Over the morning mist.

Your mouth tastes of promise;

It shimmers over mine

Until synapses burst

And blind, I cannot sift

Away the beauty from its lies.

An angel born of darkness;

Your dagger rooted in my spleen…

Around its icy blade I twist

Until my bowl bejewels yours

With tears of ruby warmth.

Yours is the serpent bite,

And mine… the rift. 

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Daily Prompt: Moved to Tears

Iron Love

Iron Love by Vic Briggs

Weekly Photo Challenge: Summer Lovin’

There is a gentleman artist in Scotland who has adorned his garden with numberless sculptures. Most are fashioned of driftwood rescued from the sea, but there are a few metal sculptures and it is one of these that I have chosen for this particular challenge.

Although something tells me that their iron love is bound to survive beyond the summer.

My Love Affair…

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There are those who preach caution: infatuation is one thing, love – quite another. The first seduces the senses and blinds one to all but the object of their desire. For a time it is impossible to think of anything else, and yet such flighty passions will subside, and their object relinquished in search for another. Whereas love… as the bard would have it:

My bounty is as boundless as the sea,
My love as deep; the more I give to thee,
The more I have, for both are infinite.

So I will throw caution to the wind and confess to being in love. I was caught before I had any idea that the affair had begun, and now there is no escape. If it were mere infatuation, its candle would’ve burnt out long before now. Yet here I am still, a writer adrift. The more I write, the more I love it. Seduced by the sinuous texture of words, by their music and subtlety, I journey into the realms of the imaginary. This boundless sea is my home.

 

Day Two: Say Your Name

Unrequited

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Opaque… desire undisclosed;

An empty everydayness stalls,

Awaiting your return.

 

Caught in the shackles of your scent

In voiceless rain all dreams descend

Your absence to conceal.

 

Blissfully blinded to your faults,

Forgiven lips your touch exalts

And draped in colour, burn.

 

And when my eyelids blossom grief,

Their longing will caress in sleep

‘Till they unlearn to feel.

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Daily Prompt: If I Could Turn Back Time

Crazy in Love

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Our youth will pass

And our looks will wither.

We’ll discover that our wisdom 

Was the confidence of fools,

That fame was fickle 

And wealth coundn’t pay for happiness

Or bribe away all sickness.

Hearts will grow weary of passion,

Limbs will ache with dreams of paths un-tread,

And our eyes too often

Will be denied their sleep.

As our autumn distills into winter

We’ll forget to grieve 

For those childish beginnings

When we surrendered, unafraid

And dared to be free,

Crazy in love.

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Daily Prompt: She Drives Me Crazy

Incandescent

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My lips have found a home

They linger in experimental substitution,

Searching out the alcove of your neck

Wherein a second heart subverts

All promise of a first.

Fingers stumble on the brink of an avalanche

Deliberately stunted,

Lost in the memory of a strawberry field

Forever.

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Daily Prompt: Pour Some Sugar on Me

Not yet love

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Looking back,

There lay unremembered the wind,

The chill of a morn that entranced our feet into dance.

There had been a smile,

A brow had knitted concerned

And gloves had gifted the warmth of your hands onto mine.

Infuriating youth,

Your presence eclipsed all concerns.

A half-recollected reverie,

Our story translated on a screen black and white:

An undercurrent of fleeting moods,

Life’s certainties transmuted into chimerical objects,

And beliefs bathed away

In a covert upsurge of shadow and light,

Music and silence.

I kneeled at the feet of a not yet love,

Doomed to be haunted by its evanescence.

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Daily Prompt: Good Fences?