A Stalking in Purgatory

Intruding on a pre-dawn dream,
He skids from the scuttled, shuttered past,
Haunting a secret, sacred domain
Where ribald thoughts best left sublimated
Rewire my nerve endings lightning-fast,
Emerging on purgatorial lips as musky gelatin.

His whispers through lips coated with gobs
Of viscous hibiscus, tulip and rose nectars
Infuse passion into my veins while fingers throb
Into orifices stitched so tightly that an avalanche of echoes
Threatens to render crevasses where red-pink
Fault lines betray innocence long ago violently robbed.

Thrusting unfamiliar rhythms balls-deep,
The rapacious one conquers my nether zone,
His glistening phallus pumping me out of sleep
Like chunks of funk blustering from a brazen horn,
Crushing where his knobby nose touched down.

Sated, he fades to black in warped distance
While I am propelled into the lucid blue.
Nude and trembling from the phantom bone,
Smeared with profane kisses head to toe,
I fear the predator lurking beneath my consciousness.

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4 Responses to “A Stalking in Purgatory”

nicoleh73 Says:
2012/03/25 at 7:07 pm

This piece made my mouth water. I agree with Vera 100%

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- Chantale Reve Says:
  2012/03/26 at 1:50 pm
  
  nicoleh73, wh-hoa! Thanks for that feedback. I need to have nightmares more often — just kidding. This is a fictional poem … unfortunately, I think.
  
  Yours and Vera’s responses, which may reflect other reactions not yet reported, prove that these days, not all poetry-appreciators are stern on the points of meter and rhyme. I write the poems at the point of inspiration and how the images and meaning flow into my brain. The words flow. With few exceptions, very few, there’s little craft. IMHO, an overcrafted poem screams that it is.
  
  Anyhoo, thank you again.
  
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Vera Says:
2012/03/23 at 4:35 pm

So beautiful and intense. Just amazing! You really should consider publishing a book of poetry.

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- Chantale Reve Says:
  2012/03/24 at 2:44 pm
  
  Ms. V, I appreciate for your positive, encouraging remarks. Such a book is in the works. For now, inspiration keeps flowing against unscheduled adversity and, thus, my motivation flickers and the book’s theme/concept continues to change.
  
  Thank you for your unflailing support from the beginning.
  
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