She whispers crazy things to me
in a silence woven from moments
of sensations ...
Bouquet of appareances
that's just a flight in time
so little tamed ...
Message sent from lalaland ,
I love the taste
of her amethyst-scented skin.
Fickle clouds in a fashion show
where she plays make-believe...
She doesn't lie,even in other arms.
The door was open,she entered ,
But perhaps had she the key ?
Princess in porcelain dolls palace ,
fragile ballerina in satin shoes ...
Soap bubble kingdom .
Is she this gentle demon female ?
Lilith sucking aniseed candy
that god took out of the box
all the better to succumb
to the tangy taste of forbidden fruit ?
Her vinyl smile hums a 70 tune .
She took the stairway to heaven .
Leaving souls in hell and pain ...
All I have left is a yellowed image .
I longed her,surrounded
by strange glances
that only stole a passing dream,
confused with Barbie ...
She was hitchhiking on the road 66.
A beautiful angel stopped ,
taking her on board .
Next outing hotel California...
Lala ...My joyful Lolita .
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Author:
lorenz (Pseudonym) (
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Comments6
I felt like I had just gotten on the magic mystery tour, rode the bus to Jefferson Airplane. A mystical and wistful read Lorenz.
R.I.P ( off ) In lalaland !
Love it
Thanks Tony !
You're welcome
nice poetry.
Mystry .....
Your poetic power is praiseworthy .
You wrote some beautiful metaphors.
Lovely !
Ha ha ! maybe priceworthy ? many thanks Priya !
You are most welcome...Lorenz, your name is pretty.
Priya is a charming sanskritic name !
😊
An alluring nymphet on rout 66 in a sensuous and deliciously composed passage of superlative poetry. I really loved this one. Well done indeed, lorenz.
Kind regards,
Tony
Thanks dear Tony ! Nabokov himself will be happy of my phantasmal Lolita !
A charming and enigmatic poem, infused with delicate sensuality.
A murky dive into the ambivalence of the Jungian concept of anima .
Beautifully written.
As if the mask of rationality has been lifted, and you allow yourself to speak from that part of the mind usually pushed into the shadows - where imagined love and the eternal 'what if' reside.
A quasi-clinical study of an imaginary love territory more reassuring than real relation !
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