Drawn by the pull of possibility

I am at war with resistance,

the desperate allure of words

becoming flesh.

A tender momentum of hands

on taut shoulders gently soothing

a tangled bough of willowy knots

powerless to undo a black spell night.

You are kindle igniting the perfect fire.

In the calm of dawn I am a periwinkle

at your pillow,

pale petals of desire bending

to what is golden.



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66 thoughts on “black spell night

  1. โ€œYou are kindle igniting the perfect fireโ€. Such a beautiful statement for such a mesmerizing poem and a fitting title such as this. The wording you put together captured the beauty of the night in a gorgeous glow Rene.๐ŸŒน

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  2. Holly, “I am at war with resistance.” It is hard to resist a nice massage on tense shoulders by the right person. That is one powerful aphrodesiac. Keith

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  3. Okay …so,… this is gorgeous.
    A rock band could make hard, sexy music with this!
    LC could make soft, sexy music with this.
    This poem would be music sung… to a guitar.

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          1. Awwww, Iโ€™m just being my dark gothic steampunk self. Do you remember hot summer days when someone wanted to go get a big milkshake? Wasnโ€™t that the greatest thing ever. Visiting House of Heart is like that for me. ๐Ÿ˜˜๐Ÿฆ

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          2. Have a double scoop…that sounds weird. When I was a kid there was an ice cream parlor called Purple Cow and if I was super good I got to go there and get anything I wanted. It had a huge Purple Cow on the roof…no joke. ๐Ÿ˜˜๐Ÿฆ

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          3. Ha ha ha! Florida had some of the whackiest places to go. I loved them all. It was almost a culture of its own. Great story, Rene. Now you have me rolling on the floor laughing. ๐Ÿ˜‚

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