Studio8 - Uniting the Arts

In rare moments of lucidity
I truly see them,
beneath the cosmetic overlays
of a thousand songs and fables,
within the whispers of the harem
and the clamor of the hive
so unforgiving, their ancient code
eons before Hammurabi -
the Order of the Hearth,
priestess familial.
transgress? I dare not
for fear of banishment -
the cold, lonely exile...
I go renegade, slyly holding my tongue,
I smile, awaiting her glance of favor -
the open bedroom door,
semi-nude woman
fishnet hose,
trapped like Agamemnon
within the silky, web-like mesh...

sometimes,
in those fleeting pre-dawn moments
I actually wait for the end of pretense,
too tired to know or care about the consequences.
unwilling to dream,
the illusion sheds its giddy warmth
and her face is a broken mirror.

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Dreams like these are what make for a fun sleep. You write poems which are like fine wine. Enjoyed much.

John

thank you john

Whoa! Totally dig this one Tine, I mean the broken mirror face was kind of a downer for me but the part before was absolutely mesmerizing and enchanted and visually a treat of intensity that is very rare anymore.
I mean that.
H

eons before Hammurabi - ... wow, that´s old!!!!!!!

I enjoyed the mix!!

second stanza is killer !......I'd write more, but I'm dead now....
great stuff, Dr. D....

wrote this a long time ago. again, thanks for the kind replies.

dino: "wrote this a long time ago... "

good writing is timeless.

this piece is good... very good...

good chance it'll read well in years to come...