Friday, September 2, 2016

Crescendo of Sighs


Lust has dark humor.
The sigh of death
sings from sated bodies
oblivious sunlight
will deliver their shroud.

In the crescendo of sighs
time has no bonds nor remorse.
Heaven is thighs entwined,
notes playing along flesh,
a world without a key to intrude.

Secrets spoil, divide conscience
between vow and reality,
but in the liar’s womb tomorrow
will never demand its ransom.

©Susie Clevenger 2016

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9 comments:

Kim M. Russell said...

I love this stanza:
'In the crescendo of sighs
time has no bonds nor remorse.
Heaven is thighs entwined,
notes playing along flesh,
a world without a key to intrude.'

Debi Swim said...

The cello is a sexy thing. I never thought of it that way but will from now on. :)

elsa said...

I love this:
"In the crescendo of sighs
time has no bonds nor remorse.
Heaven is thighs entwined"

Kerry O'Connor said...

Phew! the opening stanza is a killer and sets the tone for all that comes next. Such an innovative view of the cello.

brudberg said...

Oh yes.. sometimes I would think playing a cello is so close to making love...

crescendo of sighs...

Martin Kloess said...

This really took me away. Appreciate you sharing.

kaykuala said...

Heaven is thighs entwined,
notes playing along flesh,
a world without a key to intrude.

'Thighs entwined' never had thought of imagining this. And there is no way one can likely unravel it. There's just no 'key' to do it. Lots of persuasion perhaps!

Hank

rallentanda said...

Everything about a cello suggests love.You have depicted it beautifully with your crescendo of sighs...heaven with thighs entwined.

Margaret said...

Passion is truly the sound of the cello! Well penned.