Silent Partners in Fleshless Solitude

a mystic encounter between midnight, an entity and my soul...that culminates in my quest to plunge into the secret depths of solitude.

Midnight and myself, two silent partners speaking to each other---

Clutching at each other in sensuous extremity…..

One says another---“How do we speak out, each time, in silent warmth??”

The other hisses, ”In keen memory, we’ve stored our silences like mistresses!

We adore them in shady depths of secrecy. They never ask for

Lucid exclusiveness of speech……….”

A knock on the door…..”Secrets” enter!! Undress quietly before the mirror

Of time, or…infinitude…

The skull contains them all…….

“Love lost in crooked, restless flight----

Flesh and bone struggling with myths of light”……

The inner and outer storms migrated to suppression, in the “living” without “life”!

And now, they fill the room with voices and presence,

None can fee, nor hear at all….

With wordless mouths, then, let us plunge into “unspeakable depths”…

Never explored by “spoken truths”, or “spoken impostures”…..

Let us write, with inkless pens…the wordless history

Of strained breasts and crisped fingers:

Midnight and Myself----------

Two “silent” partners will carry

Secret breaths and unspoken histories

To the fleshless depths of solitude…….

“Silence”---we’ve the key to unlock thy gates:

Now, let us plunge into thee……………!!!

Reviews

[An owl on the moon]

Absolutely beautiful and brilliant! Such depth and richness to your words and patterns.

With wordless mouths, then, let us plunge into "unspeakable depths"�
Never explored by "spoken truths", or "spoken impostures"�..

Love the notion that there is truth and experience beyond what we can say or think... Amazing work!!!

[Daniel Rodrigues Martin]

It's kind of archaic at certain points. Reminds me slightly of the writing of a friend of mine on another writing site.

You've got a few nice images here. I'm partial to:

Lucid exclusiveness of speech���."

and

Of strained breasts and crisped fingers:

Which I thought were some of the stronger statements in the poem.



The long elipses confused me a bit. Some of them are periods, other seem to be long hyphens with periods at the end. Your free to use typography in whatever manner you wish, but it just seemed a little odd to me, is all. Maybe there's something I'm missing.



Welcome to the community.

Regards,



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