Dream Angel.....revision ##3

Dream Angel

Lateness of night enveloped me in sleep

and into my dreams erotic visions did seep

She had long raven hair

that flowed over her delicate ears

it fell about her face fresh and sweet

as she lay on silky white sheets

With her head back and mouth open wide

she voiced tiny screams she could not hide

her stiffened limbs awaited that final gasp

her back was arched like a naked overpass

that bridged the covers where passion ran

onto a silken white wonderland

Her flushed face displayed a wickedness

that words cannot express

Deep moans resonated in my ears

till morning light chose to appear

Sun daggers pierced my beds wilderness

and stabbed at this ghost shameless

A specter lacking common virtue

This, for certain,  I surely knew

She offered me a joyous feast

in the fantasy world of my dreams

she appeared for my nocturnal pleasure, it seems

I was adrift, light years from anywhere

Not knowing how I arrived there.....

The Performance....Revision #3...

The Performance

 

The silent audience is full of strangers

I'm here on stage for their pleasure

The room is filled with subdued light

The darkness brings me comfort tonight

My presence is cloaked in mystery

I'm wrapped in the pursuit of self-discovery

The stress of speaking words fills my heart

as I seek to bleed prose that's hopefully bright

" Time goes tic-tock, tic-tock

it lives in my Black Forest clock

I understand the pendulum just fine

but cannot grasp the passage of time

and as minutes swiftly flow

  my passion seems to last and hour or so

 with pleasure existing mostly hidden

quickly consumed and forgotten... "

 

Now, my audience full of strangers

have tasted my spoken words at this dinner

I'm still  thankful for the darkness

but the warm applause fires my consciousness

This time, my confidence shows itself

as I deliver the next piece quite well...

 

 

La Fenetre....revision #2...

La Fenetre

 

Look out your window at the ground

watch the winds that swirl around

witness the trees craft their own nakedness

shedding colors in their quest

their discarded garb strewn on brown earth

they now stand naked in the dirt

 

Look out the window

watch the cold winds blow

observe the lonely naked trees

as they slowly bleed poetry

See the hazy morning sun

cast deep shadows that slowly run

and trace gray stripes void of color

they mingle with the leaves that gather

dancing slowly to a life lonely and cold

their chaotic assemblage never getting old

 

Look out the window where you sit

watch the honeyed sun slowly drip

like sheets of golden rain

onto the vision that your mind can't drain

as you await the approaching insanity

that will shatter your glass boundary

and set fire to what  is left to your reality

as you look but can hardly see

 

Look out the window at your life still

look through the windows steel mesh grille

Accept your life's illusion

and be content in your delusion

 

 

 

 

Lady Liberty...

Lady Liberty

 

Take me gently in your hand

make me understand

feelings that hide in silence

and slowly caress my impatience

 

Love me for my fragrance

spiritual freshness and elegance

that lives in a rigid spire

always seeking the star of desire

 

Let joy return across my lips

as I feel your fingers slip

into my sunlit hair

and enjoy the scented air

 

Clutch the wrinkled sheets that covers your head

as you lay in my chaotic bed

I want your ever probing hand

exploring my velvet land

 

Let voluntary acts of vulgarity

turn into dark moments of history

For I am your Lady Liberty here for your pleasure

I offer the freedom of my treasure