. Poetry from The Great In-Between: The Invitation

Tuesday, May 11, 2021

The Invitation


Press play. Salute.


Let me in

I whisper in the darkness


Across deep blue oceans and rocky yellow sandy shores


To warm you up my new love

For I'm so hot


Let my whispered dark spells

Carried by grey smoke in the gushing four winds


Reach those once frozen tears


Falling from those beautiful eyes and reach deep into your lonely heart.


Feel its raw flame

Crimson like its one true colour 


As it engulfs you with total ease


Hot to the touch like fire


So addictive and seductively consuming


But beware


When it touches humans

Some are forever emotionally ruined


But like a rare expensive bottle of red wine

Bestowed from the dark places unvisited 


Let me melt those cold glaciers that surround you with soul-warming fires


Burning and spinning within my endless dark eyes


Feel the heat from my hands on your breast

The breath of my mouth


Tasting each word as your soul opens up 

Its dark doors and pleads to confess


No more to wait


But to climb my red ladder out of the darkness of Naamah's endless grey void


Before your beautiful soul is tainted and stands in line 


With so many others who make a mockery of emotions


Before they are destroyed 


No more to lie frozen under heartbroken spells


Conjured by dark shadows from leather-bound grimoires from the Lesser Key of Solomon


As you bathe in deep silence under a darkened purple-hued sky


Let that flame that once flickered so low but never really died


Those discarded old dreams which once laid forgotten in old days and lonely nights


Come back to life 


As I force back Damballa's darkness with my shining Astral knife


Are you kneeling naked and vulnerable in your red room


Awaiting my soft touch


Can I baptise you like Saint John The Baptist


To walk knee-deep into new seas of Galilee


Is that low spark of Longing

On fire in your very centre


Your precious divine spiritual altar


Aflame and burning so bright


Are you ready to get drunk on this lascivious potion 


I always carry


Stolen from the encampments on the perilous mountains of Asmodeus called Mother Temptation 


Will you drink and feel the burn


To melt as all those old once hidden feelings 


Slowly return


Will you then sleep unfrozen as they creep in


Is it then you will ask me

In hushed soft whispers to take you under and whisper new red love spells


To listen as you then slowly confess 


As your soul no longer weeps 


Just say yes

And acquiesce

My new muse


I'll be that willing shoulder and ear to listen

As all your previous fears  have a means to be expressed

As your new eyes shine in an exotic half-light and begin to come alive and glisten

Copyright John Duffy



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