Lyrics, poetry and art all meshed together

Saturday, June 10, 2006

Daffodils At Midnight




The burn is...unbearable
Whispers in my pores
I can’t balance midnight’s darkness
With your humid desire
I can’t control the glossy shot of lips
Wanting to lick you
I am in heat
My sweat speaks scorching truth

©2006 by Cathy Delaleu

















SILENCE SEEKER

He has come too late
I am no longer the village he awaits
My dancer shoes I have put away
He can’t see me cry
I won’t let him
My tears are broken into tiny specks of flesh
Glued under my spine
I can no longer carry his lies
For the sake of sensibility
Deep in this graveyard my torso is limp
I have shaven all spectacles
To start over an anthology of pleasure
And welcome the sanctity of silence

©2006 by Cathy Delaleu

16 comments:

Rrramone said...

Wow. Wonderful words. Very powerful and full of passion. Thanks for putting this out there! :-)

Poetry by Kai said...

beautiful

paris parfait said...

These poems are incredible - just filled with passion. Wonderful!

Chris-el-da said...

great writing!
and i'm blown away with the first photo!! can i use it for a scrapbook page?

Delaleuverses said...

Thank you for appreciating the poems and I get so inspired when I can visualize with pictures.

Mahogany L. Browne said...

thank u -- for writing so beautifully

Delaleuverses said...

Thanks Mahogany for gracing my page, wow, that's a sweet surprise

mermaid said...

'I can’t balance midnight’s darkness
With your humid desire'

I, too am suffocating under the tent of sky and the heat of desire in this.

Ty said...

I am so feeling the second one. Is this your art on the blog also.?

Tammy said...

I've been reading your work and I loved it! Passion, passion! G-spot was perfection :)

Lorena said...

cathy, i love your style of writing and these two are amazing.

you capture sensuality and desire so well. the imagery is beautiful :)

poeticjourney said...

My tears are broken into tiny bits of flesh
Glued under my spine
I can no longer carry his lies
For the sake of sensibility

I love this. Beautifully written words. I'll be watching for you around the poetry scene in NYC?

Delaleuverses said...

Thank you all for reading. No the art work does not belong to me, just the poetic verses. I wish I could draw and take pictures like that. I'm just having a blast with writing and getting inspired with the pics

P said...

Are you kidding me?

If I wrote like this, I would be a stone fool, people would hate to see me coming.

I might try to go up to some fella and say

"Hey, Suga, what's going down, let's get it together, let's check out the scene!" (Throwback to What's Happening, for those who don't know where I got that from.

HAHAHA! I crack myself up.

But after I read your stuff, I feel like laying down and exhaling, and listening to some Norah Jones, Sade, Something.

Delaleuverses said...

Thanks P, I wish I could sing like Sade, lol, I need practice. I've been told I have a nice voice so hey you never know later in the near future

Leesa said...

I love this :)
Great blog you have...
Thanks for coming by Crimson ;)