// illusions of grandeur //

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To read you is five cold chains draped across my glass raspberry lips, the tempt of touch and dim lighting that makes it impossible to speak. By design? You trace your words like fingers around the edges of keyholes and never let me peek, then again so many writers kill a grand thing by saying exactly what they mean.

Do love me thorough, so much of what I could have been is already gone. This body is heels wearing footsteps, wings wearing heartbeats, drums like thunder inside a revolving sky, and I keep charts of the seasons by mapping how closely your movements match the gold flecks in my eyes.

Lady Lucifer is a painted mime with a bouquet face and horns made of tar eyelashes but this isn’t something I can prove so you just shrug and wish my visions would one day yield messages more useful. They are to me. It’s no small gesture to hold my hand, my gratitude foams across ten foot waves inside but I’m never sure where the world is headed so I kiss like reincarnation ahead of time.

I can feel you letting go and it’s like mirrors on ceilings full of broken glass, long black fingernails between the gap in my scissor legs, amber crushed split images that transfer into hellish reflections, tenderness, erotica, delusion, permission, hands over hands over hands over my transgressive mouth, and the writing on the wall is latex paint peeling away from my neck.

Pure seduction is the way of the rain: conducting a fragile flower, bending spine stems alone in the dark.

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9 thoughts on “// illusions of grandeur //

  1. Ward Clever

    “then again so many writers kill a grand thing by saying exactly what they mean.” Brilliant. This piece makes me feel two ways. One, you are moved by words in a deep and profound way, as I am, but you use them like spells, creating magic. Two, this is familiar somehow, as though I was already a part of it. Beautiful and flawless, Allison.

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    1. Allison Marie Post author

      My friend, your beautiful comments were in my spam folder! How dreadful, I am so sorry, I’ve just uncovered all of them! I am so touched, deeply truly. I hope it is okay if I may respond to them now. It means so much to me to discover you have been here all this time! ❤

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      1. Allison Marie Post author

        Never ever would I laugh at your beautiful reaching out. In fact, it is even more moving that you would do so twice. Your comments are indeed finely crafted and I fully appreciate every single one.

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      2. Ward Clever

        I thank you once again. My tiny poems aspire to grow to the proportions of your majestic creations. If only we could discuss what led you to this level of writing, the philosophy and experience.

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  2. ilyasstory

    Beautiful Allison. Absolutely beautiful. I could literally quote every line that you produce as sheer poetic genius. I have nothing but love for you and your art angel. I genuinely look forward to every post. Peace and love, soul to soul.

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    1. Allison Marie Post author

      Bless you, my dear Ilyas, I hope you know that every time you are here and leave your beautiful comments, I am overjoyed. You are a soul of such warmth, depth, peace, strength, heart and conviction. To know my words offer you something worthy, something worthwhile, means everything to me. So much love I have for you and your light filled work in this world. Thank you, angel. More than I could ever say. Peace and love, soul to soul. ❤

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