My body twists & turns in naked sorrow
My love gone on his strange and lonesome journey
without me
I am left exposed
vulnerable to passion & dissolution
I grasp the scarves around my fleshiness
silken shields red and blue
Exposed alike to beasts and the naked sky
My red hair is a noose about my neck
I am eager for the grave
The senses compel me
to lose my abandoned flesh to pleasure
Oblivion lurks on cat feet in the wild dark
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Titian’s painting is named Bacchus and Ariadne, but I was focussed on Ariadne when I wrote this.
Gorgeous poetry, gorgeous, transcendent poem. What a gift is this poet. Donna Snyder
Your imagery, as always, pungent, peppery and potent!
well written, find your style of writing is very rich. Written in a very good, thanks for sharing.
Thank you, Sisters.