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White Collarbone of Noble Youth

Poetry By: Victoria G
Poetry



A poem...


Submitted:Feb 13, 2013    Reads: 14    Comments: 2    Likes: 0   


White Collarbone of Noble Youth

The innocent blush upon her fair cheeks,

White collarbone of noble youth,

And fair wisdom upon her brow,

The sweet cherry thoughts of young mind,

Can only be swept by evil hands of time,

Unless in crystalline challis,

In guardian hands of angel palm,

Keep melodies sweet,

Bound in angel lips

of heaven's song,

The intelligence of turned up nose that knows no bounds,

The placid white soul of foot upon garden ground,

Ears of delicate grace to hear flattering sounds,

And red lips to complement the flattered proud,

Such dripping words of honey made,

Shall we call a spade a spade?

The honey sweet suckle in complements bade,

The pink blush of pig serenade,

See child-heart crave earthly death,

Under swinish flesh,

Rung the words of flattered stench,

To call a hoof a foot and a snout a nose,

The elegant words with turns and slants,

The flattering child in painted circumstance,

See envy upon her wrist?

Her pinky an aristocrat,

But her thumb gardener green,

The fake virgin innocence,

And fraudulent

childhood gleam,

So obscene! Obscene! And a crowd shall see it,

Obscene to be seen

and to be seen is obscene,

The innocent blush upon her fair cheeks,

White collarbone of noble youth,

The fair wisdom upon her brow,

The sweet cherry thoughts of young mind,

Can only be swept by the evil hands of time,

Unless in crystalline challis,

In guardian's hands of angel palm,

Keep melodies sweet,

Bound in angel lips

of heaven's song,

See the golden bridge of her righteous brows,

Enjoined in anger ready of furious hell,

Concealed in tangled words of sarcasm,

Like stringed fake pearls,

Made in the belly of pigs,

Through flesh and intestines one must dig,

Past bowels and dirt to find the gem,

And upon her neck bestowed to them,

Stringed and delicate for illusion grace,

And bound for man's heart debased,

Under ivory cage of female ribs,

The pumping, bleeding heart that gives,

That aches-that beats and lives

for lusty man's eye.

Beating, pumping, crushed rubies of life and love,

See the fair beauty?

Her child hands gloved in many passions,

To caress and worship gentle cheek,

And in mind of whispers to seducers speak,

The producers of innocent blush,

And noble youth,

Created craft of marble ankles and souls for sale,

A heavy debt upon man's hands

and mother's wail,

All lustful eyes,

Precious gem,

Fair crested like bridge to heaven,

but twirls to hell,

All the cause of the men that sell

Flesh and breath,

Soul and ticket to hell,

Such ears to hear the endless call of mother's lungs,

In shrill cry, their beaten tongues to submit,

Block out the sound and cover it--smother it!

Why, see the thin waist of beauty young,

Wrapped in impassioned love?

See the majestic hue of her blue eyes,

But aren't blue skies

for heaven's cries?

What placid glass scope encases her heart,

Made strong by barbed wire

of beauty warped?

Such delicate freckles along the cheekbone,

Like trickled stains

of water tears on stone silk,

Nearly weaned off of mother's milk,

yet to taste the wine of man,

The kiss still bound on cheek so thin,

The marble statue in world museum,

To be taunted and sold

flesh by the pound,

Silent portrait not to make a sound,

In airy gallery of hawk's prying eyes,

And lions stomach ready to gorge,

What the hunters have in store,

The feasting vultures of catwalk,

And hells bound on sidewalks,

See the fair child,

The way the words roll like water droplets off her

velveteen tongue,

Pretty notes the dancers of her lips,

such songs so beautifully sung,

See the men walk upon velveteen tongue so red,

Once white, but turned to scarlet blood,

Bath the baby and the waltz of pig

The pit that mortal men dig,

Now see the fair child now growing dim?

Upon her noble cheek sits all man's sins.

Copyright © 2013 Victoria G. All Rights Reserved.





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