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Tuesday, 13 July 2010

The Lovers: A Poem From The Darkened Tales Collection


The Lovers: 
A Poem From The Darkened Tales Collection

The room was filled with summers heat
and heavy scents of stifled air
I lay upon a burning pyre
and gently brushed your raven hair

I watched you hide behind a mask
that fuelled the urge of lover’s dare
I cupped your face between my palms
our pupils spoke in whispered stares

And as you slipped from off my bed
I hoped the Lord would grant my prayer
I watched you softly paint your lips
Then strike and fill me with despair

You scoured my eyes with fists of sand
and grabbed my face and pulled it tight
you ripped into my pulsing vein 
then fled into the darkened night...

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42 comments:

JRM said...

Well done, my friend! I particularly enjoy poems and short stories with similar themes. Thanks for writing another!

Ruth said...

Oh, longing!

Brian Miller said...

wow. that was amazingly sensual...up until the sand int he eyes and throat ripping...lol. beautifully rendered pete...i am scared to go home now...smiles.

moondustwriter said...

Boy that was steamy - poor guy didn't know what hit him!!!

Nicely done - I told you so!


It's One Shot Wednesday my friend

anthonynorth said...

Full of dark passion. Excellent.

TALON said...

"our puples spoke in whispered stares" - that was so powerful an image.

So much passion simmering...such great chemistry going on and then oh boy! Chills over here!

Mory said...

wow,true poem from a lover. the imagery was strikingly beautiful.

Kira Stann said...

A very powerful and moving poem. It speaks of sensuality and frustration and was beautifully crafted.

Monkey Man said...

Love em and leave em. I felt my heart being ripped from my chest. Excellent.

Wild Rose said...

Beautiful poetry Pete, loved reading this lovers' poem and wanted to also thank you for following me on twitter my ID is @larvK and the poets one-stop corner is such a great idea. Let me know what i need to submit a poem there~

sheri said...

impressive, and i can understand why this is part of your darkened tales collection...it's amazing how quickly love can change!! very nice, peter!!

Tony Single said...

Indeed, love can be a fickle, dangerous and yet seductive thing. Bravo on this poem, Pete. :)

Mama Zen said...

I adore the imagery in that first stanza. Gorgeous!

Emmanuel Ibok said...

I could feel the burn from love in this, Pete...emotional scars are quite an annoying one...we could only hope they are not on places we see them often and remember the pains...I also have a vivid image of that darkness where they disappear into after the deed has been done...I enjoyed this...Nice one, cheers!

Emmanuel Ibok said...

I could feel the burn from love in this, Pete...emotional scars are quite an annoying one...we could only hope they are not on places we see them often and remember the pains...I also have a vivid image of that darkness where they disappear into after the deed has been done...I enjoyed this...Nice one, cheers!

Emmanuel Ibok said...

I could feel the burn from love in this, Pete...emotional scars are quite an annoying one...we could only hope they are not on places we see them often and remember the pains...I also have a vivid image of that darkness where they disappear into after the deed has been done...I enjoyed this...Nice one, cheers!

desk49 said...

No fangs do I wait stuck in me
No sand in my eyes
No face pulled tight
No throat ripped out
No screaming in the night

No stake drove into my heart
no burning torch of fire
No coffin full of dirty hay
No cross between my eyes
And not my soul in Hell to stay

signed...bkm said...

Oh, the verse well done... Pete, you are a master at this type of writing...

Me, well I am afraid of my own shadow - I would not let that woman near me...

great read...bkm

Christine said...

Wow, Pete. I really felt sorry for the man. He must have had such a shock. You really are a talented poet.

Christine

faery of the wilds said...

Sensual and nice :)

ladynimue said...

i loved reading it in my mind .. kind of humming a song ... that makes me wonder what if some one really sang this 1 what a great song it would make !!

Suz said...

hot and steamy
until

Desert Rose said...

the sensuality in this poem is way beyond beautiful Pete! reread it many times already! cheers my friend..very well written :)

Caty said...

OH, the charm of the undead...:) She charmed him until she got him where she wanted him. Hmmm...not unlike the living either I guess. Great poem!

The Bug said...

I'm not familiar with your Darkened Tales or perhaps that last bit wouldn't have grabbed me so. Not your typical tale of getting dumped after lovemaking! I love it!

heatblast said...

Ouch, the eyes, they bleed!! Nice one, Mr. Marshall! Sorry I couldn't contribute anything today; out of brain-juice lately. Shall use a bendy straw to suck some out from a zombie's head.

Claudia said...

That one is pretty intense...there are spiders that eat their lover after the act..

divisoria said...

when people leave, they don't just go:

They take space with them and create a vacuum that sucks you in.

now to find those bandages...

soundoffreedom said...

"our pupils spoke in whispered stares" that's the most romantic line I've read in awhile! The ending now that had to hurt! Great writing!

Jingle said...

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check out a post about poetry communities,
have fun exploring...
Cheers!

PattiKen said...

Wow, hot passion and cold indifference! The dangers of a one-night stand? Well done.

Thanks for your visit and comments over at my place!

joanny said...

Pete:

C'est la vie, pleasure and pain are companions, when one is awake the other is asleep in your bed.

Loved the power and intensity of this darkened tale.

Joanny

Pastor Bill said...

I appreciate your use of rhythm and sound. Intense images and a surprising end. Powerful use of language. - Bill

musingbymoonlight.com said...

Without a doubt: a dark, dark tale. Well crafted.

kavisionz said...

First, sensuous. Then, passionate. And then, dark and eerie!
Me llllikes!!! :)
A story well-put!

I hope the guy's eyes are alright though... what with all that sand ;-)
But I bet she'll find him irresistible, and will be back again..

Have a great week!

Pete Marshall said...

thank you for all your wonderful comments which i have thoroughly enjoyed reading....the pain of a one night stand and the gambles we take..spot on!!! cheers Pete

Jessie said...

rich with imagery and longing.
i enjoyed this very much.

smiles,

Twilark said...

So beautiful and then the swift and powerful turn,
'You scoured my eyes with fists of sand', great.

The Muse said...

Turning on the light...
No, I shall turn it off.
And use my flashlight.
And re-read this.

OOOO!

Ok Light back on!

Golly!

The Muse said...

Just joined your google follow feed ...
:)

riikainfinityy.com said...

Nicely written :D and i like the way you portrayed out the scenes ;D thank for sharing!^^

mairmusic said...

devilishly creepy! a great write!
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