#temple series

[feelmyskin]

Mark Strong as Daniel Milton in Temple S2.

[efcon]

Her Point Of View

She’s somewhere between a Snow White

And a Coal Black

M’mind oft exaggerates

No pen could

Conjure such a creature

With ink

No, only Venus

Blood

Eyes so grand draw my attention

Clean, no malice

Looking glass into my soul

A mirror

In those eyes I can see

I see

Only real real me

Me

[efcon]

She's Heaven & Limbo

Stepped indoors unaware

So clouded I couldn’t see the sta[i]rs

So jaded even the door disappeared

Heaven’s body all a--round me

Soft noise surrounds the sphere

Thumb covered in a salival layer

Snakes’ curiosity sends them here

Heaven’s body all a--round me

Sunrise in the afternoon

First sight I behold

Someone’s figure in the snow

Heaven’s body all a--round me

Closer than a confidant

Too similar to be my sister

Much too young to be mother

Heaven’s body all a--round me

[efcon]

Her Gown (My Suit)

A waltz for you & I

In your leopard pattern

Ensemble, matching mine

Those rosettes, beyond satin

‘Nother Houston slow nite

Nonetheless intricate

Spiraling in moonlight

By a string so delicate

The tune has ceased but our

Sweat will not-- nor my grip

How unsightly our faces must read!

Alas, as good times do

Fleet, albeit sluggish

No one can tear this; our final dance

[efcon]

Her Hiatus

In the short gap of space/time we’ve been apart

A great flood could have occurred here on this rock

You know I lack the fins to swim upstream

So short my breath; so easy I lose steam

Territorial as a rainbow trout

I urge you to settle your bed

Halt other suitors, best I can, blocking their route

But the bear, he waits for you atop the falls

Up in air, I bait the foul beast, molt my flaws

My thoughts melt for the moment we reunite--

[efcon]

Her Still Life

Laid out on an unwashed pedestal

Where many a flank ‘fore it lay idle

A cornucopia of sorts perhaps

The kind to be expected from a false idol

Fruit out of season, watered by the Styx

Bland composition, rancid in its stench

Justice only a new god can deliver

[efcon]

Her's

I hang the dress, half-mast at that

Discard my sister’s earrings adorned with garnet

Rub out eye black and glitter dust

Shed her brassiere and stuffing to expose bare bust

Smeared gloss by lips, a grimy kiss

Long day too many stares how she make it through this

Joy in the pain a real devil

What it really means to be touched by an angel

With a chain on playing the slave

Popped the collar and flaunted like we have no shame

Walking ‘round town like a used bitch

Public, like it’s the only way to scratch the itch

But it felt good to be beside

One who allowed me to be submissive, confide

My fantasy, pass a lady

No longer girlie now it’s over you’ve slain me

[efcon]

Her Formula

Expanded

Extended

To be suckled and tugged

Exhorted

Extracted

Not by neither of us  

Expended

Extinguished

There’s not enough for lust