Seduction
You’ve come for me again;
a riddled tongue promising
denouement to malaise.
Are such covenants elixir
or placebo to disease?
Yours is a stoic seduction.
With each new day you disappear
it loiters longer in your wake.
Emancipated from reason
I might once have followed
and escaped the banality of this game,
though I found you more alluring
when you danced upon a grave,
a crooked finger and a whispered name.
Whatever oaths you’ve made
are neither exorcism nor aid
for a repossessed illusion.
Allow me to expand my rhetoric
before your thaumaturgy starts.
I cannot mold myself into boxes
or line them with my shame,
nor can I weave my regret
into a necklace for the moon.
© jolen 2023
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Hi Jolen,
I am most familiar with this seduction.
The temptation that can almost be enchanting in its appeal. I may well have succumbed on more than one occasion had I not been so filled with dread on where I may find myself.
Best to just keep forging ahead and wear our battle scars with pride.
Another superior piece.
Alison xx
My dear, Alison, how I understand that fear of where you’d wind up. Thank you for taking the time and your lovely comment. I knew you’d get this. Life’s been a mess for me for a year or so, but I’m slowly crawling out of the hole.
Love always,
Jolen
If only tongues could wag after tasting the elixir of your words, what sounds could they make but the grunting of two sweat laced lovers? Your Seduction is no placebo. You make me wanna dance on the graves of the old poets and unleash my throbbing thaumaturgy on the virgins whose ears have yet to hear your rhetoric. Most sweet, you are in fine form. Congrats on the nib (now look what you’ve done, even the innocent word ‘nib’ has erotic undertones for me!). 😉 Cher Loup xx PS – I like the mournful last stanza, it expresses your regret… Read more »
Cher Loup: OH how you have been missed. Thank you so much. This one was deeply personal and I am so pleased that you felt it well conveyed. Thank you especially about the last stanza, which oddly enough was the first bit I had for this piece. I am trying to fight my way back and am working on another collection. Hopefully, someone will be gracious enough to publish it.
How the hell are you?
Love,
sweetness
Wow! The images are working very hard here to lift a harsh statement free of despair. They carry the poem very gracefully and forcefully.
Hello, Ross: Thank you so much for the wonderful comment. You know how much I struggle with these things. It was good to give birth to a dark subject which shows there is still a spark to be warmed by.
I’m trying to get my life back on track and you’re so good to hang in there, thank you.
blessings,
jolen