Nectarine Bones & The Shattered Soul

Inhale my scent, darling;

sip my bones like nectar

with sweetly luscious

lips like sugar,

pleading reaction

while mine kiss your faults

and warn against

my tattered soul;

have at a body

I could care less for,

but, be wary of said soul;

for I'd rather you

not seduce death

until I make love

to her first.

Turn my breath into

soap and wash away

your faults, lover;

burn your face permanently

into my eyes

and I'd still

crave your touch

and dedicate my dying breath

to my most beloved.

Careful with your tongue, I

already lust for destruction;

all that I ask is that

you enjoy the nectar.

Author's Note

Photo courtesy of ayeletshemtov of Deviant Art.

Reviews

[SHEEMA HUQ]

There is a risqué element to this piece, in the way you mould your breath as possibly, a source of obscenity, or vulgarity, something which needs to steer away from deviance perhaps. A most interesting poem, with memorable imagery.

[Tai Ryens]

Thank you, Sheema. Reviews mean the world.

[Legolas]

WOw. QUite a poem. I loved the imagery. I suspect there is a hidden storyline somewhere in it. ALthough I may be wrong. ANyways, great job.

[Tai Ryens]

You are correct, I do tell a story.

[Frieda P]

Oddly stirring and somewhat disturbing at the same time Tai, my emotions are all over the place with this one....romancing death is a dangerous game you play here, nectar'd or not....

[Tai Ryens]

Thank you, always a pleasure to hear from you.

[SHEEMA HUQ]

How cunningly manipulative, and observant, a very good piece indeed, very well done.

[Tai Ryens]

Thank you Sheema

[Baby Ricochet]

Romantic with a dash of apocalyptic zombie. Tai my boy you're truly a one of a kind. Thank God you're writing again. I've missed you.

[Tai Ryens]

Thank you! Writers block is gone, thank heavens!