Of Roses And Apples (Delilah)

Soft as a vision

Laced in speakeasy garters

Cut to blushing ribbon,

Rag doll skin

Pulling at the flayed pink dawn,

Tawdry red cheeked flame

A humid attic’s scintillating dance,

The torn curtain armour

Dribbling starry flushed flashes

From apple lipped Aphrodite

Into her bosom cleaved gardenia.

Soft as a vision

That laps pooled colours

Around a plum plush tongue,

Your surrendered movements

Carve deified nubility

Around plucked rose summer balm.

Through flesh’s sacrificial kettle

Bending winds

Strike chime and chord,

Euphoric and devoured,

Where lightning bug magnets

Play sacred catch

With the harvest moon’s pocketed tug

After nightly funerals

Of the fallen sun.

June’s emptied bowls

Mute witness

Hushed and loveless

Piqued with fevered shocks

At autumn’s alter

And call to arms.

Once upon a Delilah

In the fields bleeding gold,

Where stirred her song

And stung her charm

And lurched her beast

Where love entombed

Slipped free,

Was born.