Climax of a Jane Austen NovelCLIMAX OF A JANE AUSTEN NOVELCool mezzanine in marble nightRetreat from festivities insideTwo silhouettes-----and
And the intimate possibility of life!Dripping, dipping-----pausePurring, pampered feline in the sunChilled banister to burning fleshRaising goose bumpsParting, starting-----pauseRigid as a hare, the hunt begun.Lips slick, contradict uncertaintyPersuasion shining by pearlescent moonEyes locked invasivelyHers betraying welcome of this bawdy boon(And his the affability to swoon)Danglingin arms so strong and embracingwith fire racing through thighs and wombhow many daysdecadescenturies to soon!?Respectfully
neglectfully-----pauseThe knight withdraws, a child shy from companySilk gloves, lace shrugtidy, though inside completely undoneBrocade vest, formal best, for a bow and frightened emotional regressGood evening, Madame-----pauseBoots clicking on the tile down the hall
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Sofia Plays Apollo's LyreSofia Petrovna Plays Apollos LyreLeningrad sits astride the Neva, frozen in time,a haunting mélange of pale hues, glorious façadesand teeming ghosts.-Serge SchmemannWatery notestrickle downdrops of musicdrops ofShe plays in the yellow dress on yellow earthShe plays and the lanterns burnShe plays Concrete flesh crawls Pillars ache and arches howl rippling with each drop ofShe plays The wallpaper rots fresh-unboarded eyes recall