Pandora'sViolin~

Her soul started swaying to the hurt in the quake of violin

strings

a swing

made of gold braided rope

a scroll unwinding its supple leather of hope

madmen on knees rocking a burning cradle

aromatic spirit steaming

a gold plated ladle

tipped

softly sipped

drips

in cinnamon caress a trail down her throat

between moon breasts to kiss an origami note

folded dove pearl

his teeth strike for the girl

but girl is cobra scaled in lightning arch

a tattooed arm

a sharp hand with sharper fingertips clench his primal howl

slip of vermillion cowl

revelation

his anticipation

drawn across her lips in his syrup

her boots in a stirrup

stallion quivering between her thighs

“Is this goodbye?” he works the  binding

her laughter a storm, blinding

with crescendo

bejeweled with innuendo

inescapable grasp

of her hand

around his wrist

“I will not be another point that you will miss.”

she pulls him up with ease

“Please . . . “ his wince

“Oh come now, prince.”

she winks

she struts her animal in primal back against his hips

in a saddle

his quivering arrow

in a bow

“Why so quaky now when we’ve sealed the down below.”

the horse expands his flanks between her thighs

she pulls his press of metal deep into her side

the man pressed into her spine

his arms impress her waist

a pop of reality displaced

she swallows mulberry shadows from the trees

raspberry hollows from the ground

“You are everything, and more.” he says “Everything that astounds.”

her laughter dark smoke

a clearing for repose

slide

unwind

her appetite

he comes undone

so this

is

love

her soul stained glove

between his dreams groping

stoking

his death with her life

the arch of his spine

between her teeth a silver knife

lethal berry

the man now wary

stallion turns

his hooves whisper

waiting

at his back a man placating

a forever woman always so mistaken

by a world without an eye

jeweled between the lotus of the mind

and the palm of open box, snuggled  Pandora womb

her sway down through his soul

opens up the bole

divides him from his skin

she slips

sips him down with gin

her soul swaying

her fingertips on the strings of a violin

playing



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from the upcoming

The Surreal Stalks And Times Of A GutterGirl~

release date Autumn 2010

Author's Note

~artsy venom~ ;)~

Reviews

[Antonio Valentino]

Oh how you inspire. Selene, you humble my abilitites to the core, and I thank you for that. Just reading your work challenges one, to try and create something really special. What a gift that is that you give us. You are in your own leauge. We are all just fortunate enough to have someone like you amongst us.

In love with your words.
Antonio xx

[StacyPerry]

A nice picture within the readers mind.

[Ruth]

The use of the violin is breath taking :) A beautifully crafted poem hon, a bite to the senses! A really poignant poem that leaves the reader swirling in the hues of the chords played here!
AWESOME!
Love your style hon!
xx

[Chloe..Across the Unive..]

Oh this is very vividly venomous! What an astounding poem .. such beautiful images ... so sexy and sensual without use of anatomy , even a kiss.. but very erotic.
A swing , a cradle, incense a girl a guy.. someone may die!
This is very good, Selene.. A pleasure for the senses.

I don't like doing this but have to repeat these lines so vivid and lovely:

she swallows mulberry shadows from the trees

raspberry hollows from the ground

“You are everything, and more.” he says “Everything that astounds.”

her laughter dark smoke

a clearing for repose

slide

unwind

her appetite

he comes undone

so this

is

love

her soul stained glove

between his dreams groping

stoking

his death with her life

the arch of his spine

between her teeth a silver knife

lethal berry

the man now wary

stallion turns

his hooves whisper

waiting

at his back a man placating

a forever woman always so mistaken

by a world without an eye

jeweled between the lotus of the mind

and the palm of open box, snuggled Pandora womb

her sway down through his soul

opens up the bole

divides him from his skin

Severely lovely and lethal.. le petite morte..
You can wrap words so well ... making such gift in a beautiful box.

[Iota]

Oh my Selene, where to begin with this wickedly wonderful adventure of sensuality. I am assuming that ending was as I thought which of course is one of my favorite to read and write. I love your tact of words and how you hint at it, say it then change strides to only come back to it. :) Ok this is awesome enough said

[Dream Weaver]

Such a storied depiction of seemingly
perpetual and sensual intrique. Hand
crafted to perfection IMO...Top shelf
if not beyond! Nicely done Selene as
always.

[.]

"so this
is
love
her soul stained glove
between his dreams groping
stoking
his death with her life"
God-i can quote this whole poem!
Really---just superb--every line is perfect!!!
i can just feel this piece!!!
"her fingertips on the strings of a violin
playing"
---very intense indeed!!!
i love it:-)

james:-)