She slides through the city night,
caressing shadows to silence.
Wicked eyes come alive
as she pours through my window
like molten ambrosia
and starlight.
Her pale skin soft as the moon’s indiscretions,
her nails as long as nine lives;
she purrs in my ear, the language of felines
who wander with lust on their tongues.
She’s been here before,
sheds her guilt
with her habit
and yowls
the quarter awake.
Before dawn can catch her,
she slinks from my pillow
to bathe in the streetlight,
I watch her transform:
she twists like the band,
returned to her finger,
becoming a house cat
once more.
Ryan Stone
soft as the moonβs indiscretions – lovely line!
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Thank you π
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Ooh, I remember this one. Has it been updated? Either way, it impressed me as if I was readingit for the first time. Some of your smoothest imagery and storytelling in here π Amazing execution, particularly at the end!
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Thanks, Yusra. I took it down while it was being considered for publication π
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Oh, I see. I’d definitely snap it up if I was a publisher! π
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How long until you become one? π
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Every time I read this poem I get lost as its power of seduction blows me away, and I really love felines…
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Wow! That’s some wonderful feedback. Thank you, Joci π
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My oh my, you definitely got me all red now.. sizzling hot and took me to great places (#^_^#)
You definitely need to add an audio to this one. π
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Done…and thank you π
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really? squeal! π
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Don’t you mean purr? π
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shshshshsh! π
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sigh… so inspiring and such a soft spoken gentleman you are! loved it of course!!!!
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* Blushing * π
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that is mine π
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Love the writing and the audio, the accent. π
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Thanks so much, Belinda. Lucky-I’m stuck with it! π
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Yep, love the accent, glad you’re stuck with it. I have done only one poetry reading on my site and I’ll be darned if I can’t remember how to do it. LOL One day, again. π
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meeeooow!
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Lol π
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Good Lord, Ryan… and the audio too? Don’t you know you’re not supposed to feed stray cats?! LOL! I hope all is well with you, my friend π
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Haha, so I’ve been told π
Thank you, Kelly. I hope you’re well too.
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Yes, I am. Thank you for asking, Ryan. π
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wow. mind = blown. wow.
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Haha, awesome feedback! Thank you so much! Me = flattered π
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You’re welcome π You’re poem is amazing–the descriptions and the way you twine that with action.
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“she purrs in my ear, the language of felines
who wander with lust on their tongues”
Ryan, that was some hot hotness π My already hyperactive brain immediately went several notches higher on its imaginative scale. And the weird thing is I’m not much of a car person. In short, this was amazing.
Oh I couldn’t listen to the audio, some issue with my phone I guess. And I’m so pissed about it. But the text is damn good enough for me. π
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Wow! Thank you so much, Manan. I’m almost speechless after such amazing feedback. You have no idea just how grateful I am! Thank you π
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Oh no, I should be grateful to you. I imagined myself as the feline here. Lol. And that I guess is the mark of a really good writer, when the reader can relate to the work/or can become/see themselves as what the artist speaks of. It’s like,
“I write because you exist;
You write and I become”
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