My Opaline Soul
Mystique420
Posts: 338
Dead harlequin smile; dance in the fires
of my sequin flames, under the wink
of costumed moonlight; hollow chandalier
breaking charades of jewelled light.
White glove renegade. To sweep in fantasy parades
in the arcane poetry of violet skies
in pirouettes of bricolage.
In the point-laced phantom flesh of mortar disguise
in the crest of your opal toothed smile
where I feel diamond-fire drip in the dark lantern
of my mind. I use the darning needle
of fingertips to stitch shut your lips.
For talk is cheap.
And I exemplify the prophecy of silence
for poetry spoken without words
is sometimes beauty incarnate. Now reveal your eyes
where we dance in an embrace of midnight gold,
inside the masquerade ball of my opaline soul.
of my sequin flames, under the wink
of costumed moonlight; hollow chandalier
breaking charades of jewelled light.
White glove renegade. To sweep in fantasy parades
in the arcane poetry of violet skies
in pirouettes of bricolage.
In the point-laced phantom flesh of mortar disguise
in the crest of your opal toothed smile
where I feel diamond-fire drip in the dark lantern
of my mind. I use the darning needle
of fingertips to stitch shut your lips.
For talk is cheap.
And I exemplify the prophecy of silence
for poetry spoken without words
is sometimes beauty incarnate. Now reveal your eyes
where we dance in an embrace of midnight gold,
inside the masquerade ball of my opaline soul.
"To live,.... love,..... there's a song to be sung,....
'cause we may not be the Young Ones,..."
--first u sow the seed-- nature grows the seed-- then we eat the seed--
nah,... we smoke it!
'cause we may not be the Young Ones,..."
--first u sow the seed-- nature grows the seed-- then we eat the seed--
nah,... we smoke it!0