Black velvet
From the first issue of NEW ::: POETRY MAGAZINE / 2015
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The velvets of your black wings
Taste to me like the beaten winds.
It smells like scents of Etna’s ashen peak sneaks by
To erupt my depths with cold, hard steel!
My depths, indeed, died in those enchanted moments,
Those moments when
You teetered on the ledge, my ami, to feel
The reprise of a smile which put out the light
Slipping on a faded and crumpled floor -
A throne of day, beset with shades
All scratched around time’s core.
...
Still, no time to flee!
You sat down gently,
Playfully,
Swinging his foot,
You hide behind the curtain, a moonlit deer.
You bled a silhouette with the shadows of the absolute...
The shades of a heavenly sphere...
I knew!
All of this - mere illusion of the night!
I knew!
Still, my body hungered for your might!
The spell of fear, the cross
Both rest in vain.
Powerless, they are, for the secret burned lane!
…
The velvet sways
As the milk on sky-ways.
The light drew your lips to it
With innocence!
Oh, heaven, I prayed: “Reduce the steps, trace
Between he and I
Between the dreams tie”
It merely destroys our inner sense!
…
I move myself on
My breath shrinks to a mad ball
In amongst chains of iron veins
Suffering is faceless,
And shame is Belshazzar’s fall
Before hordes of sweet lust, and the banes.
…
My move towards you
left me baring my flesh
And all shivered in blooming, an echo sounds!
It awoke even dew
On the luxurious mesh
of my brown skin.
Your blade kissed, and stays tunic bound
Only a step, oh! My king!
And your blade went about removing burdens within
My heart, my walls, my eaves
Yet burden still fell, as dead leaves,
As agony’s ash...
Yet I am yours, all yours!
Past drops in abyss!
I’m yours, on the edge!
All to-be - in trash.
I saw fighting tongues
of velvet, fading sparks in the smoke
Within my eyes.
You were fast, you were sweet, you were crazy yet wise!
The force of sunset
Left me crucified, down
It ground from my ash a pulsating groan.
I was squeezed like a vine,
and so, gagged and alone
with a shrouding of silk suffering under my bones.
It envied the tenderness of darker bonds!
After I touched your flesh, grasped half a heart.
All closer and closer, I watched how hearths part
To warm my doubts through the night.
And so, my heart beats, it
Throbs in pain and in fright!
A single blink, a single breath, again and again,
I felt only velvet,
the velvet of your wings,
In sense, in my senses,
it stayed darker than night,
yet soft as incenses.
It feels as the mystery of an ancient shrine,
Its colour, that infinity shine
But I’m so carefree and young,
Burst in altar of tongue
Like an obsession ...
I could crash down all the keys of temptation
from the stairs of illusion!
I could crush them like a time frozen bud -
Those keys revive stoney dreams, your death,
with hot blood.
I could abandon the wisdoms
Of your charmed gaze!
I could abandon all knowledge
in the depths of a maze -
the crown on the two warm horns.
I could abandon all of this, like skyey thorns,
a burden for all the idolators psalms!
Yet you remained ice calm,
you remained so clever!
You whispered to me that death would not come,
Not now, not ever.
You whispered that there is only immortality
where years line the dust with anointing oil
And vices smolder on hard red soil
And in the wind which scatters shattered bones,
lust gives birth to faceless clones...
A mirror melody of the flesh!
Do you want me?
Or my soul?
For your throne which is raised
Above the shadows
Of tamed eyelashes,
In the fire, there, love splashes!
But, only a moment!
I broke away from the grip,
And I threw a kiss to the sky's deep!
I left streams of desires without any fears
And caught a breath of the sun, choking back tears
For the last distant cry of the dawn,
But what was that? It must be life...
Or maybe it has gone.
Copyright by Stan Lauk-Dubitsky