#decadent
wrapped around fresh bones -
a graceful past, her throat filled with black flowers.
petals pour from her mouth; a fractured sanity shattered in half.
her eyes - a gravity of your fears -
white as snow, empty as dry oceans.
faint suns; pale stars in the starved sky.
each day crawling closer to you; an ocean of rotting promises.
wrapped around the night -
her skin pulses with the ageless music of passing hours.
bleeding with love, dripping with festering delight.
an enchantment of decomposing virtue - covered in spoiled children of death.
a kiss so bitter; a touch so sweet -
all so beautifully decayed.
May 17
May 17, 2026 at 6:54 PM UTC
Love has a Southern flavor: honeydew,
ripe cantaloupe, the honeysuckle’s spout
we tilt to basking faces to breathe out
the ordinary, and inhale perfume ...
Love’s Dixieland-rambunctious: tangled vines,
wild clematis, the gold-brocaded leaves
that will not keep their order in the trees,
unmentionables that peek from dancing lines ...
Love cannot be contained, like Southern nights:
the constellations’ dying mysteries,
the fireflies that hum to light, each tree’s
resplendent autumn cape, a genteel sight ...
Love also is as wild, as sprawling-sweet,
as decadent as the wet leaves at our feet.
"Love Has a Southern Flavor" has been published by The Lyric, Contemporary Sonnet, The Eclectic Muse, Better Than Starbucks, The Chained Muse, Setu (India), Victorian Violet Press and Trinacria
Feb 23, 2020
Feb 23, 2020 at 12:44 AM UTC
i think it burns
like ice on my bare flesh
bare bodies
covered in floral mesh
skin to skin
i want to let you in
god this euphoria is filling me up
only you can melt this frost over my eyes
only you can keep me warm at night
a taste of you
i've never wanted anything more
obsession has never been so decadent
just soft feelings are filling my head
warm like your mouth
sweet like you too
Jun 19, 2019
Jun 19, 2019 at 1:51 PM UTC
What of the young Donna
Reclining with book in hand
A sigh circling her lips
A glaze greeting her gaze
Her thoughts bored of days
Endless days
Depthless days
Where every voice and all actions
Are slowly stewed
In rich stock of routine
And people arrive, bowls in hand
Forming long, bending lines
Like the Depressions of old
Where defeat, distrust, damage
Linger and lay
Within the sleepless eyes of many
Jan 28, 2019
Jan 28, 2019 at 6:06 PM UTC
dripping decadent words
laced with poison
down the throats
of her lovers
she watched as their fantasies
became their nightmares
and laughed
while they screamed
Dec 31, 2018
Dec 31, 2018 at 2:09 AM UTC
If my life was measured in coffee rings.
And coffee drips, spilling from the sides,
I’d live for eternity.
Your lips are like a work of art...
Soft, decadent, a lustful sin.
I never realized how sweet it is,
to be loved by you.
Don’t make me make you fall into desire.
Read these words and think of me,
and I will live in your mind,
forever.
Dec 19, 2018
Dec 19, 2018 at 10:52 PM UTC
With lofty airs and
folding chairs
we formed our grungy rule,
we grew from weeds and
broken swings
into a pungent cool,
Our reign is ***** decadent
more indulgent than your dreams
for we lost our morals
and our hope among
the broken things.
Oct 28, 2016
Oct 28, 2016 at 8:19 PM UTC