“On the red roofs of Paris,” by Grazyna Tarkowska,
let it flare fire red
red as the roofs of Paris
that conceal the carnal
intertwined
on a starburst night
in the throes
of sweating conquest
ripe with release
coursing with hunger
for the tender flesh
of reckless youth
white hot
as a deflowered bride
burning with the lust
of an august first-night
impaled on the horn
of promise and desire
there will be no truth
in these minglings
only raw bleeding need
and the quenchless thirst
for bittersweet
forbidden nectar
when you hear
the whispers whispered
know that it was so
and so it will remain
in the lithe loins
of the skin slaves
aflame under red roofs
”Harlot” by Andrew Atroshenko,
rob kistner © 2019
Whew! Needless to say, you’re words and these red roofs are HOT! Whew!
Thank you Lillian!
I think this is one of your best, Rob.
white hot
as a deflowered bride
burning with the lust
of an august first-night
impaled on the horn
of promise and desire
Thank you Judy, that is most gracious.
If you weren’t such a damned good poet, some might consider you a dirty old man; after all, for some of we old men, this level of passion is kept out on the back porch of
memories. Another grand romantic foray here, rife with polyptotons.
I prefer the term erotic elderly gentleman my friend. These do live on the back porch of my memory, but the porch light’s on and the doot’s unlocked… 😉
Nice sound. I like the thought of hearing those whispers whispered.
Sweet and low Frank.
Ah thinks ah’m stayin’ away from back porches this week …..
I’m just’a swangin’ on the back porch in my dreams… 😉
What happens under the red roofs of Paris stays under the red roofs of Paris.
This line knocks me over: “the lithe loins of the skin slaves aflame”
Yes missy Lisa, yes… 🙂
So much heat, Rob! I like the fire red passion and the white hot lust.
Thank you Kim!
Such incredible imagery here – excellent!
You are very kind Phillip, thank you!
You know how to do passion!
Thank you Kerfe.
You write passion exceedingly well. Passion that burns in the heart can never be snuffed.
I have always been keenly in touch with my emotions True, and my sense of mystery and wonder. Sometimes this awareness can be difficult to handle, but mostly it enriches my life and fires my imagination. I am also a very visual and tactile person.
This is what Paris should be…red and passionate.
Most certainly Björn. 🙂