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Thursday, September 8, 2016

Yesterday Breaches Chilled Walls

Selena by Albert Aublet (1851-1938)

The glow of affection
shining in your eyes
burns my skin as it
trails from lips to heart.

Summer dreams threaten
ice winking against window panes
as our bodies return to ecstasy
written in silhouettes on July sand.

January wind blows through
brittle limbs arguing it owns the moon,
but Diana debates its frosty assumption
with ribbons of heat  gifted from Luna’s veil.

Passion pulses our flesh in waves stolen
from Bali’s sea…Yesterday breaches
the chilled walls that encircle us
urging today to write its own autobiography.

©Susie Clevenger 2016


Jim said...

Susie, one to remember for a while. I love the human romance action, heated, in the beginning. Then the progression with successive segues to the seasonal and on to planetary aspects of the heated scene. Down finally, back? to reality, a very chilled and still cooling beach environment. Love, passion wane.

Isadora Gruye said...

WowWowWow Susie, I love this poem and the smoldering fire represented here. Those last lines are killer and seal the deal for me. This is top shelf stuff. Thanks so much for posting to the Out of Standard!

brudberg said...

I do love this, especially that imagery of the wind arguing with the moon... that's when we need that ember of gaze the most.

Debi Swim said...

"January wind blows through
brittle limbs arguing it owns the moon"...do love that line

Kerry O'Connor said...

Passion pulses our flesh in waves stolen
from Bali’s sea…

Sounds exquisite.. such a lush descriptive poem.

Sherry Blue Sky said...

I love "waves stolen from Bali's sea"....sigh. So romantic.....I love the lines about the January wind, and also your stunning closing. Well, in a word, loved all of this wonderful poem!

Martin Kloess said...

I can't help but feel January's wind carries so much more

Ellecee said...

I love this poem's intensity and romance,,,such a mixed blessing ecstasy is,,,,

jabblog said...

This is classy and classic - beautifully written.

blueoran said...

A really fine mix of augury, sugar and a lingering lunar flame, becoming starlight in a sense yet passionately close. Takes a lot of myth and humility to tend that flame. Great job.

Gillena Cox said...

Luv the urges raging behind that wall to lure written biographies

much love...

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