Through a Tangle of Shadows
Through a tangle of shadows
I would watch and I would wait
Her silence first seduced me
Then served merely to castrate
With tongue placed firmly in her cheek
She burnt her candles black and cream
With no purpose but to feign obscenities
To control, confound and confuse
Then before she left
She made me kneel and bow and kiss
The yellow tinge
Around the edges of her bruise
- Author: Neville ( Offline)
- Published: August 16th, 2019 00:36
- Comment from author about the poem: ............. Yes, ouch indeed......... N
- Category: Unclassified
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Comments8
What's going on there?! Oohh. And should I try it?! lol.
thank you orchidee, a much appreciated visit this early mane... best not.. remember you are on pills ya know....
Ah yes - and would Fido let me try it once?
only if heavily sedated.
Ahh yes, it would all be too much for me in my sheltered life. lol.
consider yourself fortunate...
You weave such fascination into your poetic tellings
well blow me.. I'm chuffed to bits .... N
Out there Neville...
Out There
Cheers Andrew sir... much appreciated as always... Neville
Shadows veer imagination toward the forbidden at times and these beguiling lines have a touch of hidden erotic that leaves a tangle of what, where and why in my curious mind - - - you conjour excitement with veritable ease mon ami.................
Bless ya and true dear friend... N
Hello Neville
A good write!
Certainly unforgettable.
I hope you were gentle with your lady friend.
Keep writing FineB
Thank you FineB.. I was and I shall...
So today i learn a new put-down...
"kiss my bruise punk"
You got it... Cheers DA ..
Neville
A tangled web your words have woven
Try as much, understand the mystery of words chosen
Not ashamed to admit, yellow tinge has me confused
As far as the verse itself, has me totally amused
thank you Suresh... N
So many things come to mind upon reading this. Another brilliant write, neville!
thank you Christina.. tis funny what springs to mind sometimes.. it only takes a word, maybe.. N
Hmm, so many ways to interpret this one. Well done N, this one is a zinger.
Thank you PB... zingers do it for me every time... N
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