Tie me darkly, bite and pinch me
unleash me partly, break my will
I whisper — plea to never leave
forever yours; oh please believe
for her bewitchment there’s no cure
Dark and tempting at my doorstep
she came with spells and potions
food enchantments, dagger-eyes
impaled me with alluring softness
tie me darkly,bite and pinch me.
As clay my being to the artists hand
from want to must my soul was sold
your warmth, your scent, your fingertips
poked and tickled, tempted craving
unleash me partly, break my will.
And morning broke, but not her spell
still innocent she slept beside me
I could not stay, I could not leave
breathless tethered to her presence
I whisper — plea to never leave
But when she woke her voice was cold
she dressed in peace but left me shaking
and cold inside — I’d lost subdued
for years a shell, a walking dead
forever yours; oh please believe
I’m waiting for you, day and night
in every gaze I trace your smile
inside me there’s a void, an echo
of that single one night stand, as
for her bewitchment there’s no cure
Today we are writing 5 line version of the cascade form with Laura at dVerse.
The first stanza is reused as the end line of the following 5 stanzas. I recycled part of a previous poem for the first stanza.
February 8, 2024
Björn Rudbergs writings 
Where’s my fan!? Smoldering alluring, you pulled me in.
“As clay my being to the artists hand
from want to must my soul was sold”
And then the turn:
“But when she woke her voice was cold
she dressed in peace but left me shaking”
Masterfully done, Bjorn.
Since you created your dream lover with AI, now I see what your ideal one-night-stand looks like lol
Ha… the picture was created by someone else… my AI tool would not allow anything alluring or sexy…
Oh ok then 😉
I often rework old poems for prompts like this one, Björn, and this one has turned out well. I see you’re still on the dark side and playing with rhyme and rhythm to great effect.
Since I went back to writing sonnets, I am hooked on rhymes and rhythm again.
The poem itself reads to me like a prayer/incantation as it fervently pleads with the night’s enchantress. A passionate cascade.🔥
I wonder if those passionate encounters doesn’t leave a lasting impression.
No doubt about it, and so the potency of your words.
the rework has evidently reinvoked -and what a memory – the rhythm reminds me of a spell so goes so well with the spellboundness!
Spell or even prayer maybe… such a memory would probably stick forever.
Oh my gosh, I want that dress. It is as striking as your poem.
This is my favorite line:
“impaled me with alluring softness”
Yes it seems to fit very well…
I like that line as well.
”dagger-eyes
impaled me with alluring softness”
”As clay my being to the artists hand
from want to must my soul was sold”
Hopefully you can carry on with your life and salvage more than an empty shell of self after that nefarious escapade.🥵🤭
Fortunataly the escapade was more of an imagination.
not only dark; but oh so sad for the victim.
i found this kind of disturbing
much♡love
Or maybe he was only a victim because he had higher hopes…
A Cascade that does indeed smoulder, speaks to me, and beautifully composed .. I like the image you chose. It fits.
Thank you… yes it was fun to write.
Your cascade poem works very well. You were definitely under her spell!
Indeed… there are those persons.
I love the sense of rapid passion in the poem, and the magic of the feelings, encircling what feels to me like a common feeling among one night stand participants – the sweet and torturous questions of what if it was more?
You will never know where it will go I think…
Those one nights of passions can last forever sometimes …very intense. I really did like…
As clay my being to the artists hand
from want to must my soul was sold
I think this happens every now and then
The rhythm of this piece is fantastic Björn. It really draws you in and draws you on. Spellbinding.
Rhythm is my favorite thing to play with,
I have no favorite line. It’s all a tremendously well orchestrated piece of art. Wonderful.
So happy you liked it.
💕
There’s something rather Edgar Allen Poe in this.
Wow! This cascade poem is brilliant! Each stanza leads you on until the end, where you find out it was a one-night stand that left him besotted!
Hot 🔥 Hot 🔥 Hot — I think I know her… 😏 Excellent Björn! 👍🏼✌🏼🫶🏼
Glad she didn’t kick you, Bjorn. Mrs. Jim and I were talking tonight about getting walked out on. Neither of ours said anything, not even goodbye.
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All those opposites attracting…yet it seems in this case darkness rules. (K)