Adult On the Stage of the Dead

On the Stage of the Dead

My Rose in red

 

 

As I lay down on my bed

 

She begins to danse in me head

 

In dreamscape she haunts me

 

In surreal scenes of estasy

 

In the dead of night

 

Subdues me in somber beams of moonlight

 

Beyond the scope of carnal phantasy

 

Exoticly and Erotically

 

Exacting upon each encounter

 

She takes away a little bit more you see

 

Thus leaving less and less of me

 

Behind ravishly withered in kind

 

~Black Bird~

 

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Comments (11)

  1. EyeVey

    As always, your blend of words and visuals is a delightful treat!

    March 05, 2017
    1. macabre360

      Just happy to be worth while, so thanks a ton E. A touch too saucy perhaps. But this would be just for starters. AS you you may recall. This siren has wiles of her own that this bird has no objections to.

      March 05, 2017
    2. macabre360

      Also a welcomed pause from the running trends and deepening ruts of the day.

      March 05, 2017
  2. tiggers

    So fantastically beautiful oui oui money petite ouseaux noird

    March 05, 2017
    1. macabre360

      Awe now T. You oughta know better than to leave language to this Birds imagination.
      Especially French.
      Hubba hubba Parlez vous francais…?

      March 05, 2017
  3. morningafter7

    …“ravishly withered in kind” – what a feeling, and how well you explained your circumstances blackbird! Loved, loved, loved the dance at the end! Fantastic!

    March 05, 2017
    1. macabre360

      Poetry and Beauty in motion.
      What better way to set a stage of just such a notion.
      What performances are to follow in my theater of the cerebral.
      Be of the visions and desires too far beyond the pale to reveal.
      Cloaked in the secret dark of night.
      Shadows of my forbidden delight.
      ~ And a sincere thank you my dear for visiting a part of it with me here ~

      March 05, 2017
  4. Somnium

    Beautiful presentation my friend Many are haunted as you are my friend, in many ways.

    March 06, 2017
    1. macabre360

      A presentation. I like that. Thank you som.

      March 07, 2017
  5. wonderwall79

    They say poetry is an echo asking a shadow to dance, this was hauntingly beautiful in words I’ve seldom seen but I felt them in my prairie like the warmth of a campfire
    A phenom indeed

    March 08, 2017
    1. macabre360

      Na.. just a feather headed bird wingin’ a thought to word. Its by the favorable winds from you and all my friends that give me lift to go wherever they may blow. Thank you much Drifter. very much.

      March 27, 2017