Shangri-la Front Lines/ Trapped in Tantric never never land

whisperingquill



Shangri-la Front Lines

These charred
shredded feathers
seep leaks
of cerise
obfuscation,

this gilded
pineal eye
peers within
seeking your
mulish certitude,

swirling in a
vortex of entropy
a reflective cinereal
vitriolic bedlam,

even your
adumbration
chooses a side,

traversing,

through phantom
brush strokes
on a supernal canvas,

a lost locust
eating the
silken reveries
never exhumed
in any interval,

an esurient daemon
quarterbacks your
hubris,

I cast out
my piety
sacrifice
my rectitude,

so your peccability
has a relegated
conduit,

we hover naked
in the entwined
sere,

spruced with
a velour facsimile
bled by the
gleam of Arcadia,

that pulses through
a whispered rara avis,

cascading
Platonist dust
ultraviolet beatific
orisons.

 

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WhisperingQuill.All Rights Reserved.
No part of this publication may be reproduced, distributed, or transmitted
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Trapped In Tantric never never land

Necrotic phrenic putresce
slides as a slugs trail
caught in honeysuckle vines,

afterglow vibes
choke a rising ahhh
whimpering coup de mâitre
between your thighs,

I'll teleport in the stream
of your creamy frenzy
plucking vibrational strings,

coaxing your
hypso vivacious
cluster brigade
too salute the five star
one hundred and eight
creeping japa,

we bind entwined as
a litany lace mantra
breathing in the horizon
exhaling satin galaxies,

nourished by a conjoined
misty wave of lavender frailty.

 

Copyright ©2019
WhisperingQuill.All Rights Reserved.
No part of this publication may be reproduced, distributed, or transmitted
in any form or by any means, including photocopying, recording, or other electronic or mechanical methods,
without the prior written consent
of the author or publisher.
All my poetry is copyrighted and stored in author base. All material subject to Copyright Infringement laws
Section 512(c)(3) of the U.S. Copyright
Act, 17 U.S.C. S512(c)(3), WhisperingQuill.

  • Author: Whisperingquill (Pseudonym) (Offline Offline)
  • Published: January 8th, 2019 00:27
  • Category: Love
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  • sylviasearcher

    I am not sufficiently eloquent or learned to understand all of your words at first reading.

    But they give me this achey intoxicated feeling and kind of wrap themselves around me in such a way that the whole becomes greater than its parts and the words I don't understand seem not to matter.

    • sylviasearcher

      6

      • whisperingquill

        That is an astounding comment.
        And I get that a lot
        It's ok the more you read the greater the learning 😉



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