I was listening to Pandora, the online radio station that plays songs centered around a user’s input. I had one of my current favorite artists in the queue, Florence and the Machine, and I saw her album cover for ‘The B sides/Lungs’. This poem stems from that art as I imagined a woman in glitter heels, sitting on a moon, contemplating where the night’s liaison might go.
28 January 2012 - Glitter Moons - terzanelle
Would you swing upon a moon, hide heels of glitter,
find that lowered voices lay like satin’s sultry?
Think as night revolves on sins, the sweet and bitter.
Stations change, the songs collide and whispers call me,
combing stars from eyes and winding hair ‘round fingers,
find that lowered voices lay like satin’s sultry.
Lips so near and tongues pedantic, lace is sounding
strewn like drapes; the light of rooms is hidden closely,
combing stars from eyes and winding hair ‘round fingers.
Symptom’s claim that lust and love was lying mostly
tangled in the sweat of once upon a timely;
strewn like drapes, the light of rooms is hidden closely.
Laid with dew like on the rose we trace, don’t mind me––
tear the seams that hold a bed beneath the swooning,
tangled in the sweat of once upon a timely
bind of lace, then stop the blood from every wounding.
Tear the seams that hold a bed beneath the swooning;
would you swing upon a moon, hide heels of glitter?
Think as night revolves on sins, the sweet and bitter.
01-28-12
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