September 6, 2004
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The one priestess stands at the altar bathed in white linen gowns, her long tresses black as night, dark as hell. Approaching, knowing I will lose myself, pleasure moves between us, and I sink to my kneees. Each morning to her I would come begging for red kisses like rose petals falling from a dead stem. Then, when passion ends, stare mutely until the vision came, rending the air between us. Some sublime horror, an abject gift, would wrest me from her; of will emptied, I would dictate the terror. Then send the nightmare to you who hoping it to be the last, cannot resist reading. · · · · · ·
Poetry on Swans America the 'beautiful' on Swans Gerard Donnelly Smith on Swans (with bio). Do you wish to share your opinion? We invite your comments. E-mail the Editor. Please include your full name, address and phone number. If we publish your opinion we will only include your name, city, state, and country. Please, feel free to insert a link to this work on your Web site or to disseminate its URL on your favorite lists, quoting the first paragraph or providing a summary. However, please DO NOT steal, scavenge or repost this work on the Web without the expressed written authorization of Swans. This material is copyrighted, © Gerard Donnelly Smith 2004. All rights reserved. |
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