Koba
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I submitted this poem and it was rejected by the editors of this site.
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As soon as the thought of purgatory had been washed away:
The xxxxxx xxxx, frozen since birth, got up to dance. Bathing in the morning sun, she felt her heart fluttering in the clover patch where she had stopped to say a prayer through a spider's web to the rainbow.
I remember watching her walking in a wilderness of mirrors, where daydreaming sheep with carnivorous eyes sought the opportunities of secrecy; moving like a silent panther through glaring reflections of evident truths surrounded by a fog of lies.
She came to my window, a raven with a broken wing.....
We shall steal fire. With it I shall give you the flame of confidence. Will you take it from me?
We shall walk on the vapors of clouds.
Those who do not count admire your fortress, but I am not impressed. I see your soul reflected in your eyes and the pleading tremors in your narcotic voice. I seek the Beauty you hide within. I shall come at you relentlessly until I squeeze every drop of it onto your mirror.
You know the geometry of passion. I shall take you to a destination where there is no logic; where infinity is an experience and the only proven postulate is pleasure. The doors you fear to walk through hold the treasure that you seek.
Our pleasures will be deducted from our shares in Paradise. I give mine most willingly to sin most wickedly with you now. The deeper we go, the higher we will climb. The higher we climb, the deeper we will go. We shall arrive at the point where each is both.
I am with you even when I am without you. We are there, in our own place, where only the two of us may go.
Half of what I write is meaningless. Keep only the pieces that reach you.
I invite you to an exploration of the psyche where the true realities of desire lie; a journey into the paradox of self, where surrender is a triumph and bondage brings freedom; a catharsis, a purging of the demons so that the spirit inside may take flight.
Will you come to me?
I will present you with the tantalizing tools of the trade: the loving caress of the blade, the scented sensation of Mayan roses scraping and striping the purity of tender white skin, the taste of the whip, the feel of lace and rubber, strands of knotted Prussian rope littering sweat soaked blankets strewn with satin pillows, the persistent presence of a punishment paddle, tears that dissolve ancient sorrows, ice that burns the body, ivy leaf and silver thorn, and a gnawing intensity that drives you insistently to ever expanding edges,
I will confront your fears with a sledgehammer. And you will kiss the sledgehammer as you give it to me.
I will make you do exactly what you have always wanted to do.
......seeking the healing to allow her to fly to the Himalayas and the Seychelles of her mind on new wings stolen from the ashes of the phoenix.
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As soon as the thought of purgatory had been washed away:
The xxxxxx xxxx, frozen since birth, got up to dance. Bathing in the morning sun, she felt her heart fluttering in the clover patch where she had stopped to say a prayer through a spider's web to the rainbow.
I remember watching her walking in a wilderness of mirrors, where daydreaming sheep with carnivorous eyes sought the opportunities of secrecy; moving like a silent panther through glaring reflections of evident truths surrounded by a fog of lies.
She came to my window, a raven with a broken wing.....
We shall steal fire. With it I shall give you the flame of confidence. Will you take it from me?
We shall walk on the vapors of clouds.
Those who do not count admire your fortress, but I am not impressed. I see your soul reflected in your eyes and the pleading tremors in your narcotic voice. I seek the Beauty you hide within. I shall come at you relentlessly until I squeeze every drop of it onto your mirror.
You know the geometry of passion. I shall take you to a destination where there is no logic; where infinity is an experience and the only proven postulate is pleasure. The doors you fear to walk through hold the treasure that you seek.
Our pleasures will be deducted from our shares in Paradise. I give mine most willingly to sin most wickedly with you now. The deeper we go, the higher we will climb. The higher we climb, the deeper we will go. We shall arrive at the point where each is both.
I am with you even when I am without you. We are there, in our own place, where only the two of us may go.
Half of what I write is meaningless. Keep only the pieces that reach you.
I invite you to an exploration of the psyche where the true realities of desire lie; a journey into the paradox of self, where surrender is a triumph and bondage brings freedom; a catharsis, a purging of the demons so that the spirit inside may take flight.
Will you come to me?
I will present you with the tantalizing tools of the trade: the loving caress of the blade, the scented sensation of Mayan roses scraping and striping the purity of tender white skin, the taste of the whip, the feel of lace and rubber, strands of knotted Prussian rope littering sweat soaked blankets strewn with satin pillows, the persistent presence of a punishment paddle, tears that dissolve ancient sorrows, ice that burns the body, ivy leaf and silver thorn, and a gnawing intensity that drives you insistently to ever expanding edges,
I will confront your fears with a sledgehammer. And you will kiss the sledgehammer as you give it to me.
I will make you do exactly what you have always wanted to do.
......seeking the healing to allow her to fly to the Himalayas and the Seychelles of her mind on new wings stolen from the ashes of the phoenix.
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