song and dance.

Posted on March 22, 2021August 5, 2021 by Lucy

death by all the flowers
 into my hands; moon-struck
 in the deconstruction of the womb
 in night of envying
 cults of orgasm, her prime
 ashes 
 moon taunts and she rises
 the black lily until
 such thorns are wounds
 upon the sculptural 
 song and dance, as our silhouettes weep,
 to die.

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Reposted for the Go Dog Go PYM 3/22/21.

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"Poetess of darkness"–dVerse community; cat hoarder, guitarist, keyboardist, psych major. View all posts by Lucy

8 thoughts on “song and dance.”

It’s an odd thing to wake up to – heavy symbolism, a nice red thread that connects the sexual wyrd: moon, womb, orgasm, lily. I’m in danger of repeating myself so I’ll try not to – but isn’t it fascinating how pleasure and pain drip drop from the same tongue?

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Lucy February 26, 20218:53 am Reply

Aww, thank you and yes it’s definitely fascinating. Some may enjoy such combination alone with words–it provides nice contradictions and wordplay. 😀

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