L’Hotel Belevedere

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darkmaas
darkmaas
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Esperanza
who burns incense
to some god of love
meets me in the lobby.
“Love is in the air,” she says.

I know better.

Down in the basement
I’ve built an alembic
of glass and fire
to distill love from ardor.
In the dark it glows
with amorous intent
and rumbles needy
but all I get
is the crust of lust
and whiffs of desire.

They say the old magick died
with Yeats and Crowley.
All the incantations
lost
to our shiny
post modernity.

So breath deeply
Esperanza,
bare pale flesh
vellum for the poetry of love
in black ink
inscribe
fresh canticles
beneath the navel
profane psalms
swollen
fecund

There’s that whiff again
“Love is in the air,” she says.

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BVMLoverBVMLoverover 6 years ago

Quite a piece of work!

AngelineAngelineover 19 years ago
So now I will publically admit

that I think you're a genius (but you know I think that, so don't make a federal case, lol). And of a whole five of a poem, this is the fivest part:

Esperanza

who burns incense

to some god of love

meets me in the lobby.

“Love is in the air,” she says.

I know better.

Down in the basement

I’ve built an alembic

of glass and fire

to distill love from ardor.

In the dark it glows

with amorous intent

and rumbles needy

but all I get

is the crust of lust

and whiffs of desire.

because I understand it completely. I understand it the way you meant it when you wrote it. But you knew that, too.

LiarLiarover 19 years ago
You are reviewed

This poem is reviewed in the New Poems thread.

flyguy69flyguy69over 19 years ago
Extraordinary!

Wonderful images thoughout, and I'll give a 5 anybody that knows what an alembic is! Such a beautiful treatment of jaded hope.

I was a little distracted by your mechanics; sometimes punctuation and capitalization is used, sometimes not.

Maria2394Maria2394over 19 years ago
isnt she

all consumed with setting the stage, getting the place "ready"? I like the scene, and her intent on keeping it her way, it is done, isnt it? :)

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