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femme fatale ii
Look to the hole
in the wall
from which
a white rubber gloved hand
cleanly pulls
stubbed
and still fresh
yesterday’s lies.
by matt at shadow of iris
femme fatale ii
femme fatale
Contours
brushed long and thick;
shimmering
that falls
over curved
black patent leather.
A gun pointed
at you
and thick rouge lips
that say,
I lied.
– matt at shadow of iris
femme fatale
if I had her
Eyes
that swallow you whole
a cigarette burning
between index and forefinger
slender silk
smoke signals.
A checkerboard heart
each move planned
in circumspect
she swallows you
whole.
By matt at shadow of iris
if I had her
pushed
A dark blue T-shirt
where an upturned squid
swims
across the bowl of her stomach;
the tentacles stretch
across her massive breasts
as she thrust them
into you
on a crowded train
somewhere deep
under the city.
by matt at shadow of iris
pushed
old memories ii
Narcissist’s mirror
reflects a lost phantom
as you fall into it
and find yourself
on the other side.
A dream girl
running naked through the woods
giggling
reflections of your own soul
illuminate the darkness
but taunt you with yesterday.
An unexpected hand
falls on your shoulder
and the desire to turn
and see her face
is so overwhelming
you freeze
afraid of the disappointment.
Trees shatter
and sink
into that deep murkiness
of the place
where old memories go
when they’ve been tucked
away.
– matt at shadow of iris
old memories
the calm of thought
He woke under the full moon
to find a veiled maiden sat near
singing in low solemn tones;
her voice,
the voice of his own soul
heard in the calm of thought
a melody of woven sounds;
streams and breezes
crackling leaves
birds and crickets;
his inmost sense
suspended in its own web
a multi-colored iridescent net
of shifting hues
from which freedom
would be a loss.
– percy at shadow of iris
the calm of thought
[Creatively adapted from Percy Bysshe Shelley's Alastor]
time stands still
Time stands still
and the dream extends itself
as they come for you.
Decorated anonymity
beings that offer only pleasure
and annihilation.
Feathered and adorned
masters of their art
a perfect form
that burns within
and reaches out with a touch
that bleeds ancient magic.
Every fiber of your body
is a string they pull upon
as closer and closer
they drag you
to a sweet and lewd
oblivion.
– matt at shadow of iris
time stands still
his eyes beamed
His eyes beamed
as his ardent longings
found their focus
in the solitary girl
all in black
standing in the corner;
his impatience curbed
and hope rising
to an unsuspected scope
he made his way over to her
and fumbled only slightly
when he said
hello.
– matt at shadow of iris
his eyes beamed
stare
At times I would catch her
staring at me
from the broken window
in the house next door;
deep brown eyes
set in a pale, lovely face
with long thick black hair
that disappeared
into the shadows;
a shameless stare
relentless
and always
only for me.
– matt at shadow of iris
stare
all the more
Innumerable remarks
censures
all moving in on me
telling me what to believe
about you;
telling me
you’ve lied
and cheated –
but when I see you
standing there in front of me
your eyes so large
and with just a glint
of a tear …
I don’t care what they say
I’ll take you in
again and again
and love you
all the more.
– matt at shadow of iris
all the more
