This poem was penned for the Art of Seduction Radio Show airing August 25th. Poems inspired by the Deftones lyrics, adult in nature.
Under the dome
books bend like bodies,
spines flex fully;
the perky titles tingle
when tickled.
Under the dome
a hardback hangs
from a stiff hinge;
the flyleaf flirts
with fresh fingers.
Under the dome
slipcovers striptease,
remove their stockings
to give sneak peeks
of intimate things beneath.
Under the dome
to read is to bleed
each plot hits an artery
textblocks are tourniquets
gripping our wounds.
Under the dome
each nose goes
straight for the gutter
to smell something unique
between mounds of ink.
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one of your best, K ! full of titillating, seductive images and o, that last stanza 🙂
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Thank you, John. Nothing teases me like a new fiction. 😉
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I’ve always loved libraries; this is a fine ode to them —
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The library I love best has the photographed dome. Always remember looking up in awe as I left, wanting to return to that place of wisdom and discovery again as soon as possible.
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yes, the dome looks magnificent —
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Wow, love this!
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Thank you, Lucy. The dome is from my favorite library. Never tired of it.
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I love this – the alliteration, et al.
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Thank you. Under this dome days are some of my favorites.
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