Craved images of you
Taunts me like red flag waving over bull's head
I tell you
I am a boxer with mangled fists
Shooting eggs with guns
Downing shots, weary of your paranoia
But you keep on whispering
Flood me like a lone streetlight amongst the darkness
I kiss you slowly
with my swollen lips
Fear clicks
Like a lioness with belladonna in her eyes
night descends
on blooming moon flowers,
carrying a torch
Posted for D'verse Poets Pub - Hosted by Anthony Desmond ~
Thanks for the visit ~
Picture credit: Here
I feel such warmth through every line.
ReplyDeleteThere are those relationships that are dark, and that belladonna can be useful in the darkness of the night.. A paranoia fearing that click... Truly noir.
ReplyDeleteIntense and dark - a poisonous love addictive like the belladonna. Wonderful work with these lines you chose and the story you wove around them.
ReplyDeleteYour closing haiku was superb. You used a lot of his sentence prompts, yet totally weaved them into your own views; scary yet romantic.
ReplyDeleteMysterious and ever so slighty disturbing. If you don't mind one small suggestion: I think you could find an alternative to the red flag over the bull's head image in the second line - it's a bit too 'what one might expect'. You are usually so good at surprising us with unexpected images...
ReplyDeleteBravo!! omg you did phenomenal with this lines... you told a bold story and nothing feels out of place here.
ReplyDeleteMy fav: I am a boxer with mangled fists
Shooting eggs with guns
Downing shots, weary of your paranoia
As i look around
ReplyDeletethe bars of moon
flowers now
truly it
has never
been more
difficult
to be
a lover young
now than ever before...
no longer a world for romance..
for sure...
heArts lost
in moonlight
stimulating gloom...
That third stanza is so powerful. I can't even begin to describe the feelings and emotions it triggers! :-)
ReplyDeleteGreetings from London.
Fantastically powerful imagery - the streetlight amongst the darkness, the lioness with belladonna in her eyes. Wow, what a glorious poem.
ReplyDeleteBeautiful imagery.
ReplyDeleteSomehow I visualized and abused women who could not extricate herself from a relationship that was so addictive. Powerful and evocative.
ReplyDeleteSomehow I visualized and abused women who could not extricate herself from a relationship that was so addictive. Powerful and evocative.
ReplyDeleteWonderfully power driven imagery.
ReplyDeleteYour words sing like an ocean of beautiful waves and sounds. :) Brilliant!
Well, I probably need to go take a shower now.
ReplyDeleteHot. I did not see abused women as V did. I saw the madness that is
love, which is the way I kinda went too. It leads us to some crazy places.
This made me smile AND I love the image!
ReplyDeleteCrazy in love....I remember that.
ReplyDeleteA bit of scary can up the anty? Right? lol
ReplyDeleteScary but amazing Grace, love it!
ReplyDeletehugs!
This relationship waves a few red flags...when fear clicks it might be time to carry the torch somewhere else.
ReplyDeleteThe last two stanzas are my favorites. But I especially take note of the closing line; I think you're saying you're still carrying a torch for someone.
ReplyDeleteWow, amazing poem...you found the perfect title and picture too!
ReplyDeleteLove can be dangerous and one might need boxing gloves in the heat of the moment. That torch carries on...
ReplyDeletethis speaks a bit like secrets and intense emotions......beautiful!! loved the last lines....
ReplyDeleteEchoing Anthony.... My fav: I am a boxer with mangled fists
ReplyDeleteShooting eggs with guns
Downing shots, weary of your paranoia
This is a stunner!
ReplyDeleteGorgeous. I'm haunted by "a boxer with mangled fists."
ReplyDeleteI like how you brought it home at end.
ReplyDeleteALOHA
ComfortSpiral
=^..^=
I very much like the way you ended this poem, Grace. It has your special sensual touch ....the I am a boxer line fits perfectly
ReplyDeleteDark lust....cool style
ReplyDeleteIntriguing.
ReplyDeleteAtmospheric and enchanting while retaining a hard edged emotionality, very impressive! Unfortunately things have gotten busier for me with 3 classes this semester, work, travel, volunteering, and trying to sell my house. Had to take a poetry breather today; loved reading your lines again.
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