
The words that I say don’t mean a thing,
Except for their inherent suggestiveness.
They are an attempt at hypnotizing you,
My intention is to bewitch and enthral
Before slowly, ever so slowly, then finally,
Seducing you in just such a fashion.
Understanding will elude you for now,
Only long afterwards can you begin
To understand that rapture, this bliss,
The rupture and the event changing
Everything and consuming the parts
That formerly constituted the whole;
The heavenly body bruised and bitten,
Your lunar skin a palimpsest upon
Which I have scrawled in marker
Every wayward impulsive craving
And deepest innermost desiring:
Across your most intimate territories,
Swell of breast, slope of thigh I write
The text of my tyrannical longings
To feel your heart beat fast, faster
Suffusing every inch of you with heat
Because I want to not only feel
The flame within you burn brightly,
I want to see, hear, taste and smell
Your essence, then I may possess all;
Your soul
Mutual absorption
Indivisible diversity
2 become 1
U & I.
The words that I say don’t mean a thing,
Except for their ritualistic significance.
They are an attempt at an invocation,
My intention is to enthral and bewitch,
Make desire a reality through the will.
Great Heinz Hajek-Halke. I love his photomontages.
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So do I…I am have written about him here…hopefully the poem does him justice.
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It does, and the image and poem are a wonderful match. I love the rough scrawl across her body; aggressive, proprietorial, and unrestrained.
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Beautifully stated Miss Bacchant…indeed so.
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A very seductive poem. It leaves you wondering after all that sweeping desire in the middle, if perhaps the most important thing to remember is ‘The words I say don’t mean a thing’.
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Ambiguity is something I aim for…the narrator deliberately contradicts statements several times over…don’t forget that the words themselves may not mean a thing as words but they have suggestiveness and ritualistic significance.
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Which in itself is a contradiction. Very tricky, Mr Cake.
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I am a tricky customer… never denies that.
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You always find the perfect art to accompany the poem, that is a fantastic piece
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It is… I spend a lot of time looking for images..often they are the best thing about the post.
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Don’t be modest, now. The one is a complement to the other
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Ahh you are too kind.
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Thank you kindly Miss Bacchant.
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Such a beautiful poem.
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Thank you I do try to create works of beauty, though they are frequently difficult.
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Reblogged this on lampmagician.
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Thank you as always… I always really appreciate the support that makes me carry on.
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Thank You back, 🙏 the desire is also mine 😊😉 and of course, you are right; the support or any reaction gives much more energy 🖖👍
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Well it is appreciated.
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Yet, I would love a poem written on one of my sloped thighs. Intriguing.
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Thank you…I strive (in vain) to intrigue.
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Not in vain! You’re work is very intriguing. Your art is you.
I’ll have another slice of cake, please!
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Please do Resa…explore and tell me how the Cake tastes!
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I’ll be by, again, either from here or GLaM. I’ve read your work since… I think …. Aquileana introduced it to me. I think there are many flavours of cake here. 🍷
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Aquileana is a good friend…that is how I found your blog. I don’t think I have visited GLaM. It does range from the lightest of Angel Cake towards the more heaviest of darkest chocolate cake, blacker than the devils ass darkened by smoke as the Divine Marquis phrased it.
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It ranges through all cakes. You see, GLaM is a graffiti blog. https://graffitiluxandmurals.com/ It is not my art, although I am the photographer. I know that photography is an art, but my personal art is Art Gowns.
GLaM serves me well, as it takes 3 -6 months to make an Art Gown. I try to do in between posts on Art Gowns…. sketches… reblogs, and I included a poem on my previous post. However, it’s not in the ordinary to find poems that mention gowns… somehow. I would like to find more.
I’ve begun my new Art Gown. Still, 3 more months!
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You have great patience… though the end result is worth it.
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I am taking the Art Gowns to a new art area/level. I’ve been getting the pics printed on canvas, and over painting… creatively in acrylics. I’m building up to a gallery show.
Nonetheless, you are right, it s worth it, as is. 🍷
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Wonderful and good luck in your bold venture.
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Thank you!
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My pleasure
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The time you’ve taken was worth it. Your poem leaves me wanting to combine. May be the first time I’ve felt that verb. Well done, Mr. Cake
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Thank you kindly Miss Dawn…I am glad you like it, I wanted it to be intense and you response is just the ticket.
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You succeeded, Sir
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Finally!
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This one was very “up close” and I liked that a lot. Also the seductive psychological aspect.😊
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I do write a fair bit of erotica and about erotic art etc. Glad you liked it!
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