All entries for Tuesday 23 March 2010

Perfume

The scented lake quivers: a Moses soup of sensual temptation; a cloying swathe of florid accents and the peacock flag to an idle god. Skin is coated, alcoholic film greased over like a second fur, every filament primed and ready.

And Shining.

The peacock struts - female feathers fanning this time - an age old trick stolen from the men and elegantly refined. Flower colours brighten the senses, trawling back through Neanderthal red into a whole spectrum of scarlets until the brain screams with aortic warmth.

The fragrance lingers still: wafting into every cavity, every open pore; invading the core of being and seeping out in languid swimming -

      the epitome

      of lazy sexuality.

Photo from I series I did to accompany this piece.

Sarah Cuming : 23 Mar 2010 00:36 |  Tags: Creative Writing Photographs Photography Poetical Prose Poetry Prose |  Comments (0) |  Close comments |  Report a problem