My sybaritic seducer
Whose tongue-tipped lips
Lick wickedly like warm waves
Annealing my malleable resolve
And raping the corpus of my stoic soul,
Cease your torment of my long-healed wound
And let it be; for I exist content, quite whole, alone,
My memories the marrow of my firmly steadfast bones.
Fugitive Fragments 
You are a true word wizard Mike!
Awesome.
Hugz ❤
Very generous words Patty and much appreciated.
You’ve gifted me with a fix for my addiction of rare and exotic words…and I thank you for sharing your masterful wordsmithing…
Thank you Christina. Unearthing meaningful words seems contagious in our community but it’s a truth that older words can be more precise in their meaning than their contemporary equivalents and they are times when the one – and absolutely the only one – word will do, so you are indeed wise to keep a caboodle of them within reach.
I absolutely agree with you! And love that you just used the word caboodle…it doesn’t get near the attention it deserves! 😉
That kind of experience sounds like an act of freedom rather than one of lust (“And raping the corpus of my stoic soul”…)
It is, isn’t it? (“And let it be; for I exist content, quite whole, alone”…).
Let’s welcome the sybarite one!..
Great one, dear Mike. Best wishes to you, Aquileana 😀
Very perceptive Aquileana – previous hurt demands independence and freedom from relationships but companionship is still desired.
Oh the torment – it is almost beautified by your words…!
Very rewarding remarks Christy – greatly appreciated thank you.
“And let it be.” ….yet your choice of words, the rhythm..seduce your reader within your rejecting proclamation!
A paradoxical protagonist perhaps? Neat to know you were draw in RT – valuable feedback.
oh I like this..as I keep close my journal of words and quotes that feel good on my tongue so to speak 🙂
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That’s what smart people do maryrose 😀 and while that tip below was to a young writer just starting out, it’s a useful tool for any person to put together. So glad you liked this piece and thank you for giving your eye to it.
Your works never fail to make me instantly grab my dictionary. I just so love how you put artistry in those poems, reading each and every word over and over again.
And you GleAnne humble me with your generosity. I have kept a handwritten notebook of some particularly pleasing words over the years and suggest that you consider something similar – it will assist greatly with your future writing.
Will do that, Mike. Thank you so much for sharing. 🙂
Magnificently written.
It’s like a combination of Poe and Yeats.
I bow with deep humility to this uncommon comparison. Thank you DVH.
This is a great poem to digest; I truly enjoy your work
I humbly thank you Marco for these most welcome and complimentary remarks.
Ah yes, to be an unbreakable fortress in the lashing tempest of sweet passion’s memories…
I welcome the storming of every wall save the one that leads to the chapel 😉 Thank you indeed for your interest and interpretation Sir P.
I think you put a little magic in your words:-) your writing is mesmerzing.
Kind words thank you C and I notice a certain wizardry about you own work.
😉
Perfect title, perfect words.
Thank you Benjamin, your affirmation is pleasing and very welcome.
You’re welcome.
This poem is reminiscent of the works you were posting when I began reading your poetry, Michael. You do know what you’re doing, Sir. Wow. I enjoy this vision and version of you.
It is so helpful to receive feedback that focuses on one of my particular writing voices. Your words are welcomed and noted AD – thank you for you directness.
You’re always welcome, Michael.
Memories in the marrow of the bones. I love that image. I’ve probably used it once or twice two 🙂
I thank you Jane – great minds think alike 😀
You can’t be Irish and not carry about a thousand dead generations around with you 🙂
“Annealing my malleable resolve”, a most ” sybaritic” description.
Thank you Steve, the rapid heating and slow cooling of the annealing process could indeed be described (under certain circumstances) as sybaritic – in the extreme even 😉
now, this poem is a truly delectable fragment to savour 😉
…and you, sweet flower, have made my day 🙂 I thank you.