- Erotic Poetry
- Hyperdulia
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Click hereThe spotlight strikes the spinning disco ball
and paints a constellation on her skin.
It gathers stars into this den of sin,
to light the nightly dance of Adam's fall.
The Zippo lighters clink like castanets;
the pounding music changes beats and styles.
The DJ calls the dancers to the aisles,
like calls to prayer from distant minarets.
As salesmen burn their cash like cigarettes,
and tough boys flash tattoos and golden smiles,
the dancers move among them seeking prey.
The women hunt like snakes, with cold regret -
their naked flesh entrances and beguiles.
They hold the broken dreamers in their sway.
Unable to resist their siren call,
unwilling to deny the fire within,
the men buy feigned romance like shots of gin,
and drink sweet lies that burn their throats like gall.
The falling stars and fallen angels pray
for just a fleeting taste of yesterday.
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- COMMENTS
Anonymousover 19 years ago.....of the "hyper" challenge for today and - WOW! If this sets the level I'm in for some great poetic treats. My only beef (small one) is that the meter falters here and there - I wonder if speech patterns cause that. I love the choice of theme, such vivid imagery.
Tess
Not using thermometer
Maria2394over 19 years agoI'm gettiing it, finally :) love the rhythm in this piece and the images are spectacular! good work
perksover 19 years agoBT!!!
thought this poem had some great insight, enjoyed the lines
The DJ calls the dancers to the aisles,
like calls to prayer from distant minarets.
As salesmen burn their cash like cigarettes,
and tough boys flash tattoos and golden smiles
