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THIS NIGHT LOVE DEEPLY

Poetry By: Wordical Press
Poetry



Narrator speaks directly to reader in first paragraph inviting the reader inside another place and time all in a seemingly clinical white washed room. Once the reader is in the room, he or she is then being instructed by a feminine sounding computer automated voice (expressed in capital captions). He or she is told to watch the moving pictures on screen of two people in moments of passion. At the end of the piece he or she has to take out the stars from the frame and make it into a bed for intimacy so therefore he or she is being ushered to invite their partner in and finally to tuck the television away. Lastly, the narrator appears to fade in expressing to the reader what he or she should experience.


Submitted:Nov 16, 2012    Reads: 12    Comments: 1    Likes: 0   


This Night Love Deeply

In the crevice of a falling star yet to touch the ground, be seated. There is so much to see, so much to do but that façade should wash away as a subtraction is beginning to take place.

Enter into another reality….

SLIDE OPEN THE SWAROVSKI GLASS SHUTTER SO LIGHT YOU CAN BEND IT BUT SO STRONG ITS UNBREAKABLE.

It is like magical beauty burning my birth name and yours in the midst of Heaven when your hands start to search the whole of me. Together forever sprawls across the way where there is no starting point and no end. Suddenly, a heart for a label, so small it is like a birthmark lights up the nape of our necks.
If only for this, would it not be a sin if we never met, never conversated, never loved in a day, in a night, so strongly, and yes, so so deeply.

FREEZE THE STARLIT FRAME.

Trembling as though touched for the very first time, every time we interlock fragranced bodies. Lillies have bloomed here dropping their last colour for the hour. Only he can create this. With my head tilted back, repeats of physical and spiritual sensations, as Angel wings dust me over and over and over again as I wrap my mind around his love.

Sheets of candy become amateur fixes as time slips away.

FREEZE THE STARLIT FRAME.

My love can see into my heart and I can see into his heart at the height of intimacy. Streaming as though we are about to become the next Michaelangelo inspired centrepiece. We may never, no never look at anything out there again.

THE STARLIT FRAME HAS REFUSED TO CONTAIN ANY MORE FLICKS. THIS IS A FADE OUT. TAKE OUT THE STARS, MAKE THEM INTO A BED FOR TWO. SLIDE CLOSED THE SWAROVSKI GLASS SHUTTER SO LIGHT YOU CAN BEND IT BUT SO STRONG IT IS UNBREAKABLE. TUCK AWAY THE TUBE AND PLEASE VIEWERS IN LOVE, THIS NIGHT, LOVE MAJESTICALLY, LOVE DEEPLY.

As you allow your bed to quietly sift away into skies above with you both unmoved as though the bed remained in its place, your Garden of Eden should burn traces of your love as incense, a homage to the beautiful unknown that is yet to re-new your worlds.





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