Tag Archives: seduction
February 22nd, 2010
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They asked him to paint the virgin Mary
along with her small child
instead he painted the king’s lover
on a throne, she’d never have
with an heir, she’d never bear.
She sits there calmly
on the Queen’s chair,
a jewel encrusted crown
upon her hair plucked forehead
and an ermine-lined cloak
resting gently upon her shoulders;
the laces that hold
the upper two halves of her dress together
have been loosened
so that one side falls away
to expose a single, full
and perfectly rounded
breast
more erotic, than tender
more seductive, than maternal
a magnetic lunar globe
that pulls all eyes
in.
The boy that sits on her lap
could careless
about his mother’s nipple
but sits already
with the weight of kings
upon his shoulders;
there is a detached air
about this naked rotund prince
as he points with disintrest
below his mother’s waste
to something hidden there
under the folds of her dress;
he can follow the golden chain
far back
and understands
his own
carnal origins.
Both the virgin and her babe
are white as snow
against a background
of endless cherubim and seraphim
some so cold and so blue
you can feel the ice on their breath
and others so hot and so red
that surely they seethe from within;
small sensual angels
in the flesh
shimmering and smooth
profane.
The virgin herself is so beautiful
that a thousand words
could never
ever
do her justice,
she is as delicate as a porcelain doll
and yet as lithe and poised
as a swan gliding across still water.
So thin as to barely be seen,
a veil surounds her oval face
and has been pushed back
to offer an invitation;
but for now she demurs
her wide eyes staring downwards
nearly closed
at a spot not near
but someplace far, far away.
This is how she will tempt you
when you step in closer
and closer
to gently lift her chin
and without thought
let her lips
meet your own.
– matt at shadow of iris
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[The enemies of King Charles VII of France likely poisoned Agnès Sorel with mercury years before Jean Fouquet even began his beautiful painting of her contained in the Melun Diptych.]
February 14th, 2010
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Rinse the surface thoroughly
and pat it dry with a thirsty towel
pour on a fresh coat
of rich smooth oil, extra-virgin
and with added spices
rub over the entire surface
inside and out
then slowly lower to the hearth
and rotate gently
until ripe and ready.
She wore eye shadow
applied in a wide arch over each eye
with a slender line underneath,
the color of Iris;
her eyes glowed
massive and huge
and she had thick black glossy hair
that framed her delicate face.
She said,
lay me on the large round surface
cover me in fragile silk
the color of azure
and let it flow like cream
over my bare skin
while I curl up
head in arms
and sleep
awaiting his pleasure.
Her brother had said,
I’ll tell you what he wants
it is to lay you out upon a plate
a feast for him
something for him to devour
he’ll have you just lay there
hurt and sad
a morsel serving no other purpose
than to satiate his ravenous needs
a soul on a saucer
a candied dish
for him to devour.
And in the distance
an apostate whispered
barely audible murmurs,
to expose oneself
to place oneself
up front
desire projected outward
a stroll on the street
under a red light
victims hidden
behind veiled streams
and closed doors.
– matt at shadow of iris
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[Inspired by the work of Esao Andrews.]
January 14th, 2010
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On the top of a hill
out in the barrens
stands a three story house
with two windows
on each side
on each floor;
an old house
with plaster falling off
here and there
walls, fanned and cracked
soiled and weather-beaten;
by the house stands and breathes
a leafless tree
aged and wearied
its massive trunk bubbling up
from thick gnarled roots
windblown and twisted
it seeps into
a first floor window
like a giant winding snake
whose head then splits
and emerges out two windows
each on the second floor
each a corner apart;
several subsidiary branches
continue
backwards and forwards
in and out of the house
in and out of the windows
yet always up and away;
the tree trunk
a hydra folding into itself
and into the house
every which way possible
a fusion of house and tree
until the tree finally breaks free
into a network of slender tendrils
that gently surrounds the house
and protects it
a soft halo
that quivers and shakes
in the dry wind
that sweeps over the hill
and has done so
every day
for as long as
anyone can remember.
The cold movement
of the serpent
around your body
as it begins to squeeze
frosty scales
across burning flesh
a firm embrace
a powerful extended arm
holding you securely
desire and hunger mingled
finally fused
the flicker of the forked tongue
across the nape of your neck
a sensuous kiss
a venomous bite
mutual sleep.
He said,
Eve sinned first.
She said,
Eve was told
she’d surly die
on the day she ate from the tree,
did she?
He said,
I’m not sure
but she definitely didn’t
have a good day.
– matt at shadow of iris
[First verse inspired by a work of Zdzislaw Beksinski.]
June 1st, 2009
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Dry riverbeds wait for rain
as I ask you to come
and make all life green again
free my heart from kd lang’s
season of the hollow soul
I craved you
I craved you unnaturally
I craved you with abandonment
you will never know how much
I craved you
you see, there was this other girl
and I had I told myself
I would not give up this time
I would write *her* note after note
and poem after poem
I would call her every day
I would give into the darker nature of my soul
and I would pursue her however I knew how
and then surely
and then surely …
and then … surely … what?
maybe I wanted purity
I needed acclimation
I needed restitution
I wanted purity
crawling back into the womb
Freud’s death wish, Thanatos
whispering gently but persuasively
into my ear
yet there you were
out of nowhere
out of chance
an angel of Eros
… or a demon
yanking me out the box
by the scruff of my neck
blinking and scrambling
back to life
before you
always that other girl
always only a friend
me the nice guy
me the quiet one
me the one to talk to
to confide to
to confess to
when the boyfriend cheated
a misery of my own making
I suppose
my friend happily abused
and she doing nothing about it
maybe even savoring it
me watching on helplessly
totally alone
and wondering
what was the sense of it?
separate life missions
unspoken boundaries
even a lack of passion
kept us apart
I could never lie to her
or to myself
just to make it right
or couldn’t I?
enough became enough
and I made up my mind
to alter the plot
to lie to the fates
to lie to myself
to force the issue
to refuse to submit
to set back the hands of time
to alter the fabric of reality
to undue destiny
and to let Thanatos
lead the way
I quit my dreams
I quit my hopes
I quit it all
I got an apartment
I planned a strategy
on a day off from work
I sent flowers to her there
let others say what they would
I’d take whatever came with it
I even attached a poem
not worthy my honor
and this was all only after
I’d already secured
a promise for a meeting
and planned a speech
as best as I could fake it
my mind was set
and unmovable
I’d gone as cold as Thanatos
and I was fading fast
tomorrow was the day
when I would see her again
and plead my case
mea culpa
fate sealed
destiny calling
a switch play
Eros came for Thanatos
and all out of no where
that destined day never came
for that evening
a could burst
lightening struck
and drops began to fall
coming home to my new apartment
my first night there in fact
(ha, even a new pillow case in my shopping bag)
I saw you there
sitting on the stairs
lightly clad as if for summer
white polka dots on yellow
large eyes and a body long and lean
a magnet for my eyes
a perfect femme fatale
yet me below your radar
or at least so I supposed
but minutes later
my contact lenses removed
scrambling for lost glasses
the door bell rang
and I found you at my door
asking for my help
first to use the phone
where you talked and cried
your cigarette dripping ashes on the carpet
next to your tears
your former employer
telling you not to come anymore
and me, by then,
I was already hung up
just over the sound of your voice
what was that night?
first a little job hunting
at seedy dives you wanted me to take you to
places I’d have never gone before
never even dreamed of going to before
I waited patiently in the car
watched patrons go to and fro
as well as the dancers in their costumes
while you negotiated inside
for a job you’d have been better off without
with that done
a long drive back
you talking incessantly
your life story told to me
at breathtaking speed
your voice a croon
that melted me
we found a late night shop
a waffle house
and grabbed a bite to eat
bacon and eggs on dark toast
then back to my apartment
… as you’d no where else to go
at least so you said
the truth being
you didn’t want to leave me
or to be alone
you wanted me
needed me
and who was I to say no
what followed was
a slow motion mutual seduction
played out in the wee hours of the night
slow soft inquisitive touches
leading to a natural order
fear mingled with curiosity
an ending so powerful
that it left us
clinging to each other
shutting all else out
and being reborn
so that when the dawn came
it was a new world.
– natsukashii at shadow of iris
