Beneath the Rose
Meet me
under cover(s)
in clandestine
destinations,
trust betrayal,
lust and fate
to Harpocrates
discretion.
Beneath
crimson petals,
we can sate
carnal appetites,
well beyond
prying eyes,
our secrets safe
beneath the rose.
Meet me
in our holy place
and confess
your dark wishes.
Let us do
the unspeakable
shielded by
the gift of Eros.
I will hold you
and whisper
“Sub rosa ,
my secret love”.
For we are gods
and our deeds,
cannot be judged
by mortals.
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20 comments:
for we are godly... :))
Bewitched, desire spills
wine between her breasts
with tongued
Essences caressed
along her thighs
tracing contoured
hearts, exceeding God’s affair
in time for dreams to collide.
moon-fed flirtations nurture
the madness; Through linen-pressed
vigilance they whisper
an ancient text; overdue
across a darkened landscape: how
this startles life from sleep.
Against a paper sun, her leaves
shed to an unfathomable surface,
compelled to never exclude him.
She turns from sleep
to kiss the palm of his back,
opening heavens on their interior: a haunting
Intimacy, gliding silently
as if an Engraving through the air.
Would, once the air falls still once more
and life returns to slumber,
the Infinity where their ecstasy dissolved,
still taste of them?….
Romantic, mythological metaphorical, solid.
Romantic, erotic, perfect.
Gorgeous, sumptious and I'm feeling a little dizzt now :)
Vivid and romantic. The poem lands perfectly. The last four lines are wonderful.
Great way to weave the implicitness of "sub rosa" - in all its meanings - into a poem so appropriate for the season. But to inject that subtle hint of hubris into the protagonist's voice - "we are gods" - that is uniquely memorable.
Oh I like this - I like this a lot! The combination of 'Harpocrates' and 'sub rosa' make for a very potent brand of secrecy.
Sub rosa but not subfusc at all. The secret love has a sweetness all its own, as sure as the rose has a thorn.
Loved the sub rosa references, very well written, and like Sam, the final hubris was excellent.
"...confess your dark wishes."
Clever. Subtle. Love that what they're doing in secret should be confessed as well! Loved it!
whew this is hot...in that moment yes we are...this was a delishious write...
oh love the ending...we are gods and our deeds can not be judged by mortals...nice...bkm
I had a friend from the South who always spoke of one sleeping as "lying in the arms of Morpheus". This poem will remain with me in the lines leaving passion to Harpocrates discretion. Filled with sensuality that heeds no warnings. Beautifully written. Well done! Gay @beachanny
Romantic and full of lovely emotions. Beautiful.
Sometimes we're men, sometimes we'd like to think we're gods, which means sometimes we're wrong. Fine, fine piece.
A clandestine escape via words...(how it is I get this so well? :)
Enjoyed this poem, its pitch and diction, every last drop. (Not to mention the rose imagery holds specific & personal meaning to me, made me smile to see it here.)
Truly enjoyed it ... thanks for a wonderful post..
ॐ नमः शिवाय
Om Namah Shivaya
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This is wonderfully sinful and erotic.
eden
hot.
wow.
you rock.
Greetings:
Hope all is well.
Noting that you have won the perfect poet award for week 58,
what an achievement, thanks for your outstanding contribution to us
along the way, keep up the excellence. Best!
Come join our poetry rallyby Friday if you wish to mingle and get inspired!
A poem of your choice or a free verse is accepted.
Merry Christmas and Happy New Year.
Looking forward to seeing you share.
Respect and hugs.
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