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White Oleander
Contributed by
Blu
on
Tuesday, 21st December 2004 @ 07:27:00 PM in AEST
Topic:
LoveRemembered
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Darkness calls
in hushed whispers
full of familiar rituals
and the under currents
of desire
that fill my bed-
pregnant with my own pleasure.
I have known this before
felt this strange burn
and tasted this fruit
which has escaped
parched mouths
like a criminal running
into the night.
My night-
shades of blues and blacks
that take form
when there is no sleep,
that give the moon a voice
and stir the earthen blood
deep within.
But now,
in this moment
I am at your side,
(though my bed remains empty)
and these words-
these gods which I have
worshipped so freely-
come so easily now.
I can taste your flesh,
so milky white
like oleander nestled
in the cool embrace
of a glass of milk.
And I realize
that it is your desire
which I seek.
I grope with both hands
seeking those spots
that only a precious few
know.
I think about them-
those men who have
shared your bed before
and touched you
in the place that
makes you take me.
How strange
to think of myself
being taken-actually
submitting to your body.
My jealousy
rivals my hatred
for those carnal kisses
that should have been mine
all along.
But I continue
finding my new spirit
in your moans.
Discovering secret truths
when you pull me to you.
Yes, I remember the waves
crashing over us
like distant memories-
feeling the heat rise,
the burning rush
of song and fire.
A poison flower
I readily devoured,
kneeling at your feet
in prayer
as though you hung from a cross.
Yes, this blood sings in my veins.
It cries for great truths
and solemn hymns.
It screams for surcease
from this flood-
this captivation.
For the oleander
clutched
in my hopeful hand.
Copyright ©
Blu
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2004-12-21 19:27:00]
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Re: White Oleander
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by LevyMetal on
Tuesday, 21st December 2004 @ 08:09:32 PM AEST
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| beautiful. I absolutely loved it. This poem was a work of art in itself. You have extreme talent for drawing feelings through words. |
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Re: White Oleander
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by autumngreeneyes on
Tuesday, 21st December 2004 @ 08:14:38 PM AEST
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| The oleander..it kills, but I guess you know that.. have I missed the point? |
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Re: White Oleander
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by Kayan on
Tuesday, 21st December 2004 @ 08:47:59 PM AEST
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This is breathtaking! You have such a talent. Each word in this piece is like a different color in a painting. Absolutely beautiful.
Your work is always a joy to read.
Kayan |
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Re: White Oleander
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by Gothchyk on
Tuesday, 21st December 2004 @ 10:32:22 PM AEST
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| Oleanders, so beautiful yet so dangerous, just like the hearts and minds of some. Great write. |
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Re: White Oleander
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by Ashley_07 on
Wednesday, 22nd December 2004 @ 10:00:39 PM AEST
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| That was amazing you really have a talent! I'm very impressed! |
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