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Ophelia
Ophelia Needle pricking the linen to stitch Embroidery, like a lady is bidden� Floating on quiet softness in distance Obsessive introspection led me to a state What lies upon the trunk, kissing Fibers of this moss-fingers clinging Sexless, moistened, hazy martyrdom Grime, vacant, and upturned arms- Walking, the feet of devoted friars How your cock wants to convert, Pacing the stone enclaves, prayer in Your energies and your freshness- Noxious crow-flower chisel stem blood, Lisping eyes see where that path leads. For I know my own imminent fate (I am an icon - a paradigm - of virginity) Will I have separated sanctification from lust? Is my serene arousal dangerous to you? Can you smell the rosemary�s arid twang? My hallucinating eyes, will they see my pallor? - Consumptive skin, tubercular, lilted- Hovering spaces, resting between atoms� Emaciated stretched between upstart daisies, Raw cowslips, clinging nettle, long purples - Damp ground, yielding- songs of nature, decay The bank of this stream, my fingers dropping, Foaming banks beribboned with garlands: Bruised violets, those columbine, rue Idle, vacant, waif-like blossoms to anguish upon, Spiraling like my other, quiver shadow release. The flowers she drops in the water float away "Ophelia" by John Everett Millais |
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I hope that this poem doesn't portend to describe you yourself. Ophelia was such a tragic character, abused by not being abused. She always struck me as a woman trapped inside of a riddle and lost because of it. I hope you have no Hamlet's in your life...to be so would to be so tragical.... I hope I'm not coming off as too obtuse here. I just don't always want to get into why I am how I am. I go through phases. Today... right now... I'm in the mood to be a little more secretive. Give me a few hours I might flip back into 'tell all' mode. MT
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Thanks, Lips! MT
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Naughty and frustrating. He needs a spanking. The dickens! MT
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beautiful...j xox
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You're missing the point. I'll like to hit that. As in, ok great that you feel great. BUT, I would like to feel mutually great but also sweaty and exhausted and slippery with come. But hell, if I come off as a Hallmark card - I guess there are worse things to resemble. MT
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IF you were not married I would be much more blatantly hitting on you, Curious. Savagely, aggressively flirting, even. MT
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