Mephisto exists within my own heart
In the black-veined passages that
Disguise their means, in the rib-stashed
Furnace replete with incinerated flowers
I consume all who would trespass on this
Seething womb through the appropriation
Of false intimacies, all who bare the graceless
Articulations of the Sybarite, I will not not
Lie in your bed as upon a sacrificial altar
And you will know neither my flesh nor
Do not place your hands, as if in clay, upon my
Soul. I will not be rendered misshapen under
Your artistic vanity. I have no use of your
Dead Sea dreams, the saline of a love-struck
Narcissus lost in his reflection as it rests
Upon my eyes, unseen. I have no use of
Smiles, silk-spun, that would ensnare,
Of words double-sided that adhere lips
And tongue to back-alley promises that
Can not endure the light of morning
Only one whose intentions are sincere could
Unlock these wrought-iron doors and find heaven
This is a bit older actually but its hard to write when you can’t see that well
12 thoughts on “Furnace”
This is wonderfully written.
I, apologize for my ignorance (if you’ve already explained) why are you having difficulty seeing?
I think you read the other post now maybe you know why. The eye doctor basically said because of my lazy eye I am straining my eyes forcing them to focus intensely and they are really fatigued. Even magnified I am still having trouble seeing I can’t focus my eyes
Fantastic – love the last two lines in particular as they bring a dark reverie to an inspired ending. 🙂
Awww thanks Helen!
This was wonderfull to read. I hope your eyes feel better very soon!
Thank you me too its really slowing me down and driving me nuts
ah if only we would hold out for those whose intentions are pure…or were better at actually discerning who those people are instead of falling for the smiles…
I am proud to say I did hold out for someone with pure intentions which is something I absolutely do not regret
Beautiful! your last stanza is breathtaking.
Thank you Lisa =)
A fabulous declaration, great use of language. The wrought-iron gate at heaven’s door, now there’s a chastity belt that whose release one must certainly earn!
haha indeed! I was very stubborn I waited for the love of my life