Lyrics, poetry and art all meshed together

Monday, June 05, 2006















EXHIBITION OF FLATTERY

The last kiss he gave took 4 years to erase
I remembered the blindness of love
All I saw was his light and crooked shapes
Resembling intimate rituals
He powdered my eyes with blasphemy
The pitter-patter of fingers poked
On my pasty face
Indented with delusions
In a raw state I soaked my heart
The size of chestnut under rough covers
Synthetic flesh screams mille-feuille of hate

Almost he wants to tell me he cares
Almost he wants to touch the fetish dreams we shared

I won’t look back
I am afraid of his pious insertions

He takes my fingers
I watch him lick and suck each with precision
His moist tongue is like hot whisky
I know I like it
He knows I like it
Desire swells without courtesy
But the last kiss he gave took 4 years to erase
The crustiness ridicules with irony within my folds
© 6/2006 by Cathy Delaleu





SENSATION OF WANT

I want to crawl back to womanhood
To reach for my genitals and bury them under a hammock
Parade naked under a heated moon with faux pearls
While I throw confetti trinkets to a city of sea virgins
Their bushes still smooth not prickly pears
And behind barbed wires they stare
Envious of my perky breasts
They resemble two flights of stairs
Pricking the sky
The city of wind strokes famishment
Barbaric eyes with sappy tears
Yearn for copulation’s secrets
Of meat and ass
Of gentleman’s appetite
Towards the weaker sex
Decontamination is what they crave
The blessing
The bath of ecstasy
Impatiently they wait for the rain
See other things that don't coincide
© 6/2006 by Cathy Delaleu

15 comments:

Nasheikah said...

thank you for stopping by ! a writer ! me too. you inspire me . were you blog surfing and found I ,?
any how , thank you for stopping by and reminding me why i love writing soooo much ! PEACE !

Nasheikah said...

and yes, if you believe in magic , you were right with your first comment , I will keep up the good work , writing my book. A project i visit , and then leave alone and visit and leave alone. I just need to be more commited , but you , you have this writing thing in the bag ! take care , and thank you for inspiration !
http://www.blackpurls.typepad.com

Delaleuverses said...

Thanks for making yourself at home in my poetic landscape. You also inspired me, you and many others in the blogging world.

Neo said...
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Neo said...

Dela - Wow, deep and hot. Good pair. ;)

Peace & Hugs,

- Neo

Stephen Bess said...

beautiful words and images! I'll be back to read more.

YoursTruly said...

Wow!!! This is such an interesting and beautiful site, but know that by sharing your gifts that you did not do all alone glorifies God. Take it to the next level if you haven't already.

mermaid said...

It is an honor to meet such a powerful and present female spirit who treats her sensuality with such reverence. It is a holiness very few men will ever understand.

chris said...

nice! i like

Mark Smith said...

Wow your web site is beautiful!!! I love the poems so developed-so intuned with self ill definately come back and see it and I will let you know when I put some more poetry on mine.

fallen angel said...

"He takes my fingers
I watch him lick and suck each with precision
His moist tongue is like hot whisky
I know I like it
He knows I like it..."

hell yeah for men who suck fingers. extremely erotic and naughtily innocent at the same time. very nice work on the imagery!
~fallen angel

tianne_x said...

good stuff! keep on writing...

paris parfait said...

These are great poems and images! I love the "...the last kiss he gave took four years to erase."

Delaleuverses said...

Thank you Paris Parfait, it did take four years to erase, lol, just kidding. Can you imagine a kiss being stuck on your cheek for four years? Lol

AscenderRisesAbove said...

a great picture of the girl on her back with her hair spread out; reminds me of your poem today of cutting her hair off for him. all very wonderful!