Wednesday, March 30, 2011

Henna


She dances a pagan ritual seduction
Through halls that echo a ghost tattoo
Blue aura hosts the introduction
To a world unnamed; an alien view

He drinks her down like perfumed smoke
Savouring the head reaction
He pays the price and wears the yoke
Tastes her name in warm transaction

She takes his offering, thin and fleeting
Files it with the wilting roses
Sets him up for an executive meeting
On an oversized bed of poses

And gazing into the void created
He wonders if he’s gone too far
To ever have this love back-dated
or breach the cores of distant stars

7 comments:

Harlequin said...

gorgeous. wow.
pisces-- the past four or five posts have been stellar.

i've been preoccupied with my dad's failing health over the past couple of weeks..... it was nice to get here and read your work... inspiring.

Confessions of a Temporal Lobe said...

Ah crap,
you've left me speechless AGAIN.

Cheers to a great weekend!

Pisces Iscariot said...

Harlequin: Hope things improve for your father.

Lobi: bring that weekend on; I'm ready for it.

Jimmy said...

Ahhh, still good with the words I see.

Pisces Iscariot said...

Jimmy: welcome back to the blog-o-fear pal :D

baili said...

you are blessed with talent , mesmerizing work ,
best wishes god bless

Pisces Iscariot said...

Thanks Baili :)