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The Temptation of St Anthony
From Emperor to Vampire, journeying through to final place of amoral monk.
Dwelling in ruined fort, a habitual sin of retired idleness. Momentary contemplations
to follow the birds south, he spends his days tending a garden of lilies in the desert.
Holding his demon captive for too long without his hands, she now writhes naked
and tied to column of penitent temple. Tresses burnt...
Thursday 31st December 2015 1:50 pm
Unrequited
The head of a rose
dry and broken
like a soft word spoken
which was not heard.
The head of a rose
petals close together
intense love held forever
which was not seen.
The head of a rose
leaves are tattered
a life lies scattered
which was not known.
© Katypoetess 2015
Sunday 13th December 2015 8:54 pm
Vindication
Tear off my guilt,
tie me to your salvation,
innocence will fall,
at your feet of vindication.
Katypoetess 2015
Sunday 15th November 2015 9:30 pm
Ecstasy
His discipline
was her most
desired mercy.
He subdued
and elated her
simultaneously.
He affronted
her with exquisite
hedonism.
She kept him
with sacrilegious
possession.
Reminiscent
of a memory,
she was yet
to treasure.
In their intimacy
he humiliated her,
until she learnt
humility.
Unfounded –
they remained unfound.
In ecstasy.
© Katypoet...
Sunday 8th November 2015 8:58 pm
Benediction
He was her all black and blue
He was her every backward move
Bitten lips, sugar swollen tongues
unable to breathe, only to succumb
Wild-rose rush, indecorous release
bewildered by being hostage beneath
Afterwards, he whispers her to him:
“You are so loved,
you are so loved.”
© Katypoetess 2015
Sunday 18th October 2015 8:23 pm
Dumb Destiny
I cannot speak to you anymore.
Though over these clay hearted years,
we never really spoke at all.
So now it finally must end
as I am taken once again
by collared, artistic agenda.
I cut languid love loose
re-tie dumb, devoted knots
that only he will now render.
Forbidden of fruitful verse
which may wistfully introduce
play on words of mourning.
...Sunday 4th October 2015 5:57 pm
Formative Years
I guess it all comes from
losing my virginity
on a cliff edge.
Another mans photo in my purse.
© Katypoetess 2015
Sunday 27th September 2015 12:08 pm
Epitaph
Forgive me as I dip my pen into blood of the past.
Memories. Hanging bright as the whitest moon
in my blackened, indecorous thoughts.
I was his lover, his muse, his friend,
his counsel over secret canal side walks.
Both sharp suited, professional by day,
we drove fast through boundaries
into love first after taking vows of never.
Towpath widened into world of champagn...
Sunday 23rd August 2015 8:03 pm
Caring through Silence
I cannot feel your pain.
Your body is numb,
Your mind in hibernation.
For now, let yourself rest
In June’s heat and chatter.
It will take time to be
that knight again
that I cherish so.
But I am there.
Within the silence
I am there.
© Katypoetess 2015
Sunday 16th August 2015 9:26 pm
Residual Haunting
There are these times of the year
that hunt and haunt my soul.
If I am undistracted – unaccompanied
then I become unexpectedly – unnerved.
Whispers on the breeze I cannot hear
catchlights in eyes I cannot see
memories of you I can no longer feel.
You are only 10 miles away
out of my life –
but no distance away
from this
residual haunting.
© Katypo...
Sunday 9th August 2015 9:16 pm
Kismet
Ties loosen
eyes now bound
dominance and submission
momentarily forgotten
within their
kismet kiss
© Katypoetess 2015
Tuesday 28th July 2015 9:40 pm
Vampiric Chivalry
I am undone.
I am flayed –
not by a strike of hand
but of gentlemanly politeness.
I am bereft.
I am rejected –
not by a lover’s spurning
but of frustrated licentiousness
Will my vampire ever brave the depravity of reality,
from the enigmatic dark of brutal chivalry?
© Katypoetess 2015
Monday 20th July 2015 6:59 pm
Dodging Cupid's Arrow
To say
I don’t think of you
would be a lie
but I dare not pine
As you cross my mind
Do not
ascertain as I close
the bedroom curtains
my wildness is founded
in uncontrollable desire
Ignore that
contented smile
while you hold my gaze
I suggest gently that
you need new glasses
Sipping more
or less Dom Perignon
I’m sure it won’t be long
Before barman calls time
...
Sunday 12th July 2015 9:17 pm
Solstice
Come to me.
In darkening clouds
and balmy breeze
that boldly bucks
my willow tree
into enlightenment.
Come to me.
Touch me.
Touch me where
I ache the most
show the least
and love you the best.
Touch me.
Stay with me.
Share my twilight
sultry sensual stars
with a shine that
warns off dawn
of atonement.
Stay with me.
© Katypo...
Sunday 21st June 2015 11:08 pm
Beholden to Behind
A thumb – intently placed on chin
caressing every freckle into a letter
that spells out a story blushing lips
that remand and remade the ending
Forefinger – smoothing the jaw
straight as lines read and re-read
he turns her over like a page
his favourite fable, every inch
a mythology of unreason.
Genteel palm – perfectly placed
on ripened white, depressing sp...
Sunday 14th June 2015 9:35 pm
Momento Mori
“Chin
down
slightly,
head towards finger, keep going, keep going, there – stop.
Eyes to me.”
Sequestered devotion to bemused muse.
She stares back digressive, dictated expression.
Seeing now not the man, but the Brady stand.
© Katypoetess 2015
Sunday 10th May 2015 8:58 pm
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