Skip to main content

Evening After


The witch’s brooms were seen gliding the perimeter of heaven. His and hers, a matching pair, equal through and through, enough to pass for siblings carved of the eartH’s flesh, stars for eyes, bark for skin, feet of moons and hands of Love…

Frankenstein trudged the lab as his monster slept. Tick tock goes the clock. Tick tock goes the clock. Tick tock... Wake-up, giant! It’s time to make good on your promise, Love…

Superman and Superwoman gazed upon the living circus and found their souls showing them naked, to her wearing their only skins. Up came Love from within, at that eternal step just beneath their feet, she motions to them, Love...

Man and woman lectured the beast and spilled her drink, one by one, two by two, all the way to truth, of which there’s only one, until they found themselves face to beautiful face, flesh to flesh, bone to bone, hate for hate and Love for Love...

I prayed for her Love. I beseeched the moon to use his influence to topple her toes out of her slipper found dancing freely, her elegance painted all around me, sorrow carved deep into her joy, my lovely Love...

She writhes for her freedom… Make Love appear (it’s been within her grasp since the dawn). She's massaged the bottoms of her feet (occupy her temple that Love might rein). She is what we desire, Love, Love...


© 2011 by mark prime
Labels:

Comments

Post a Comment

Popular posts from this blog

ROOT OF

"For the love of money is a root of all kinds of evil. Some people, eager for money, have wandered from the faith and pierced themselves with many griefs." __1 Timothy 6:10 It is MONEY, not the LOVE of it that is the issue, the true problem. Love, in and of itself, is never a problem, WANT and NEED, or better yet- the WANT and the conundrum of its very REQUIREMENT for our survival IS the problem, it's creation and our blind use of it is logically the ROOT. In other words, let's leave LOVE out of it altogether and deal with the facts instead. If money were not made by us as a requirement for our survival, we'd find ourselves in a much better position to argue of its need and our want of it. MRP Peace and Love © 2015 Mark Richard Prime
Post a Comment
read the poem

sdrawkcaB nruT (Turn Backwards)

I have been witness to the four pillars and see no reason to carry death there. Doesn’t the world know that life moves for more than just the sons of Abraham? O! I see the stunned throats floating by in the dusk to their stiff-limbed sleep as metal rains down over the Jordan’s western prophet, children dying there. I am here, waiting, breathing in the dusk under the shadow of the patriarch, asking, can we again build the shrine inside the soul and leave our flesh to time? © 2008 mrp/thepoetryman
32 comments
read the poem

Access to...

It's odd to me that the future is accessible to God, but we're stuck with remembering the past, it's untenable. History repeats itself from our obsession with it. I say leave history where it is and instead create something of a present worth repeating.  © 2015 Mark Richard Prime
Post a Comment
read the poem