Work my fire,
light my darkness,
raise my freezing bones
from ash and pyre.
Boil my blood,
and skin my senses,
dance me sleepless.
sweat me midnight dizzy
in your softest folds
but when this night is dying
darkly tell me
you’ve been lying.
To be linked to Tuesday Platform at toads.
January 28, 2018
Great imagery “sweat me midnight dizzy’
Fascinating poem. Very disturbing image.
The imagery is superb! and the words you’ve used is incredibly good. 🙂
A delicious unholy darkness that is so well reflected in the woodprint. Do you see the bear gnawing on that person’s leg? That’s two of the 7 for today. I gotta go out and find the other 5 now.
I will continue to make more of them as we go on…
What do you call a grouping of poems like that? A Suite of Sin? or Sweet Sin?
Bjorn, are you sure this is the lechery one and not the anger one?
It will be wrath after lechery….
What a wicked twist, Björn.
Oh my! This is darkly lascivious!
I can smell the leather and hear the guttural moans that could be either pleasure or pain in this piece.
Maybe a bit of both.
True love, Bjorn, to take all this and beg for a reversal. I was immediately reminded ofJim Morrison and the “Doors”, “Baby, light my fire song.” Way different substance though. I’ll come back for more of your picture find.
This is incredibly dark and explicit. I can resonate especially with; “strap me in your softest folds but when this night is dying darkly tell me you’ve been lying.” It’s a terrible feeling.
One Hell of a poem Mr. R!
Bruegel is certainly doing things to you, Björn! Lechery had to be like this!
Love this and the image!!!
Aah, nice twist in the end!
yes, one hell of a poem!!!
There’s nothing like being played. Love the dark voice in this. Fantastic writing!
I like what you’re doing here. It doesn’t take a lot of words to make a heck of a poem.