image copyrigthed by orginal artist
the pages
of the book
of the truth
are frayed
too many hands
searching
for the right words
to cast a spell
upon the inhabitants
of this land of acrid wine
tainted with blood
words of many
of the prophecies
have been erased
and replaced by
corporate slogans
conveniently made available
as an app for download
to smartphones
no need to read
the original text
anyway
the spine
of the book
has been broken
by
so much
bending
she skillfully
filleted his ego
leaving his spine
outside her bedroom door
so when morning came
he had to crawl
naked
across the dogwood floor
inlayed with custom crosses
to leave just in time
to call his wife
about
the difficulty
of business trips
but
he left
without
a trace
of self
Image provided by Vlad
fingers move
gliding through
extended time
floating on skin
tracing passion’s contour
no lines of separation
the glow of morning
no other sounds
but
heartbeats
and
slow breaths
deep
as each kiss shared
words fade into gentle touches
and soft kisses
rippling down the spine
there is nothing called time
again
lips meet
part
sharing even
the air they breathe
This is the fourth part of a series of poetry challenges between Jade (http://jadepaloma.wordpress.com/) and me. The whole idea behind it is to send a picture ( in this case by Vlad) to the other as inspiration (or visual muse, if you want to), and the other has to write a poem inspired by the image. Visit her site to see how she has responded to m third challenge photograph on her site.
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