Ariadne

The scent of roses rise up in swirls

Languid the breasts rest on delicious silk

Candles melt wet warm prolepsis

Old fashioned cheeses, honey

French on the box

as the twilight dreams

of a game, an exciting game to play

The wind's hissing:

It's missing the king

about to burst in tears

sits the queen in her checked wait

no check mate

The fire still burns

the silk still kisses the light fur

Why mon amour?

The bubbly champagne shushing on quiet flute

heel on one foot

Thyme

It can't be true

The French must play:

ne me quite pas

Despised the sword lays

and the thread is tangling hues

all shades of a new blue

In the arrival end

of the labyrinth

the monster starve

and instead of dying

heroic death

she is reborn

as a new sphinx

Velvet

Voluptuous velvets

vain Valentino's

Rain

Al Pacino

 

Empty golden pellets

 

Luxury

 

Sweet peach

Skin

it's only skin

 

Sweat

Tête-à-tête

whispering eyes

wondering

Why?

 

It's on the stars

decipher the lines

 

Vague or Vogue

Sweet caress

on the ear lobe

 

Falling robe

 

Under the velvet

in crimson satin:

pulsing blood

Chess me

From dawn to dusk
you lust your fate
as the wind gusts dust
you cross the gate

Even though time will bust
you keep your make
you do things you must
to meet your date


As you check
As you mate

You balance your plate
to equalize to be just
you jump, you jack
the queen, the template

Your darts are clay
your solids gray
Round, around on the ground: earthquake

You oblate
you encrust
diamonds on rust
anti-shining state

On and on you shake
sweat, laugh, hate,
To be or to fake?
Foundation of granulate

King of heist
This is your check
Mate

Voices

Controversial, polysemic

concentric noises

shouting

howls

woes

Art mimesis

Life sails

At an endless crossing

To a Hades

Through

Sinister

Synesthetic

synthetic

fetid Styx

Psyche

Where are your cotton balls?

Charon the ferryman

smiles

A greedy smile

Of one who won’t care

If you do have or not the mite

Psyche cover her ears

But she can’t any longer

Cover the others

Who insistently scream

Within her

Closes your eyes, dear

Life,

There

the flower

a lamb

In the calendar

on grandmother’s wall

The gentle wind in the slender leaves

Of the leafy mango tree

Yellow juicy ripened sweet mangos

serene cows

Cover your nose

Smell the wax

Feel the cold from the red epoxy floor under your feet

Rescue your Psyche

Of other people's voices

Free from the web

Love,

Listen to that little voice

Your torch of peace

Silenced by screams

Confined in chains:

Dialectics

Dietetics

Cybernetics

Frantics

Ethics Ethics Ethics ...

Sleep Psyche

Let Zephyr bring

The sands

Eros

Volupia and

silence :

Olympus

Pardon

That pile of dried bones

Resting under dust and stones

Is what you will find

When you dig under your throne

That one of a kind

Is just in your mind

You are mostly alone

Just left behind

The coronation seems

Distant light dimmed

The fire no longer shine

Only shadows of dreams

You have chosen this path

You have dreamed it alone

Don't expect old bones

To wake from their death

Don't talk to stones

Wear alone the wreath

Had the journey been an easy one

the mighty blow might saved a breath

Unforgiven

At times when fail

Is your only grail

And you hopeful gaze

At indifferent eyes

The same old

dusty question is:

Why?

You weren't an angel

to even start

Wings only an imaginary

dream upon a star

No, there is no hail

I am sorry honey

Not even you will self bail

JACK

How dare you confine me in your insignificant box

she gazes at the image meticulously created on the fancy hand mirror

and applies the gloss with the determination of one who loads a gun

the piercing stilettos hit the floor echoing on the hallways passed

insidious prolepsis of places yet to be

She knows the fight is vain

She knows peace in acceptance

and still on her veins the very essence of a warrior

drives her forward

in constant acceleration

burning the mileages of a limited existence

She knows statistically it will be fate

But if...

Just if.

That lingering little thread of hope

that Michelangelo's David will complete the mighty touch

Fractus

Translucent snow

Fly

Dressing in light

ditches, spans, emptiness

Frozen fractions

non Euclidean of

tiny geometry

so complex in it’s  triangular

gelid simplicity

infinity

fragile clear

opalescent

iridescent crystals

dancing

twirling ablaze

frozen air in movement

Descending clouds

In tracks

Reflect sky and earth

As one

The flickering white light

Refracted twilight

Kaleidoscopic images

Pointed before it’s axis

Triangular messages

Mathematics

Enigmatic

Pragmatic…

At the instant’s blade

Lies the ocular objective

Mesmerized

Trying to decipher

The brief snapshot

Spelled from the universe