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Born

Art by Francine van Hove

 

She sifts through his poems

studying every nuance

examining every subtext

measuring every sentence

considering every meaning

reviewing every word.

 

She digs ever deeper

for a fragment

of her.

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Written by me a year ago. But I like it.

Art by Francine van Hove

 
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Posted by on October 21, 2017 in Poetry, Still Life

 

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When she falls

art-by-wangjie-li

 

When She Falls

 

She has that look.

Something in the eyes.

In the line of her nose.

The tilt of her chin.

The set of her jaw.

She is bright, brave and assured.

But when she falls,

she will fall.

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She has that smile.

Something in the curve.

In the line of her mouth,

The shape of her lips.

The show of her teeth.

She is cool, collected and poised.

But when she falls,

she will fall.

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She has that way.

Something in the words.

In the sweep of her thoughts.

The pride in her voice,

The ice in her veins,

She is proud, aloof and secure.

But when she falls,

she will fall.

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Oh, she will fall.

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© the author writing as Romantic Dominant

Art by Wangjie Li

This is not new. But I like it. So I have re-posted once again.

 
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Posted by on October 18, 2017 in Poetry, Still Life

 

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Minor Tragedy

 

On a human scale

it was a very

minor tragedy.

 

After all

no one was maimed

or tortured

or raped

or killed.

 

No one was

made homeless

without food

or shelter

or country.

 

No one was lost

forever

at sea.

 

On a human scale

it was a very

minor tragedy.

 

Just two lovers

two hearts

two minds

two bodies

two souls

once joined

coming adrift.

 

But it still

hurt like fuck.

.

.

© the author writing as Romantic Dominant

Art by Diego Dayer

 

 

 
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Posted by on October 16, 2017 in Poetry, Still Life

 

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Tomorrow

art-by-rob-hefferan

 

The best thing

about tomorrow

is that it is still

unwritten.

We may write it

mark it

draw it

paint it

stain it

brand it

fashion it

carve it

colour it

give life to it

as we wish.

.

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© the author writing as Romantic Dominant

Written around this time last year – but always true

Art by Rob Hefferan

 
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Posted by on October 9, 2017 in Poetry, Still Life

 

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Forever

 

‘Ah, sweet angel,’

he said sadly,

stroking her hair,

‘Only the young

the romantic

and the religious

talk of forever.’

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© the author writing as Romantic Dominant

Art by Thomas Saliot

 
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Posted by on September 26, 2017 in Lovers Past, Poetry, Still Life

 

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Tale of a Dominant : Part Two – The End?

 

The candle has burnt down low.

The bar is close to empty. It is late. The waitress is hovering near the table with the bill, He motions to her with a raised eyebrow and a smile. She places l’addition on a white saucer with two small squares of gold-wrapped chocolate.

The girl opposite him runs her hands through her long black hair and stretches back in her chair. It is almost provocative.

His eyes flick over her body appreciatively and return to her face. He stares into her eyes. She doesn’t look away. They are both more than a little drunk.

She feels she knows everything about him. He has answered her questions all evening. About his lovers, About D/s, his rules, the cities and the hotel suites, the romance, the shadows and the dancers. His briefcase full of ropes and bindings, toys and instruments. The reasons behind it all. His adoration, his admiration, and his love of women. Of some women in particular.

She has captured his velvet voice on her recorder.

And yet, although he has been the one telling his story, she feels as if it is her soul that has been stripped bare.

He punches the PIN into the card machine with long slender fingers, and it is time to go. He hands her both of the chocolates. She slips them into her bag. She knows they are destined to sit uneaten on her dressing table forever.

Much later that night, with the dawn creeping softly over the silent sea, she slips naked from his bed. She is careful not to wake him. In the pale light she re-reads the note he gave her, written in his distinctive hand, in dark midnight-blue ink.

I remember them all.

The beauties, the heroines, the angels. The wide-eyed girls in their best party frocks. The bold but trembling women in their gorgeous. silk gowns.

The waifs and the strays. The wild and the hungry. The creative and the eloquent. The sacred and the profane.

Tiger Cub, Rebecca, Jenny, Beauty, Angel, Hermosa, Lindsay, and the rest. The sweet submissives who have perfumed my nights and made wonderful my days.

I remember them all.

You are the last.

It is the end.

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Part One

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But is it/was it the end?

Art by Fabian Perez

 

 
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Posted by on September 23, 2017 in D/s, Lovers Past, Poetry

 

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Weakness

 

Art by francine-van-hove

She has a weakness

for strangers and poets

artists and dreamers

masters and dancers

adventurers and saints

and men

who make her feel

dangerous and safe

at the same time.

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© the author writing as Romantic Dominant

Written a year ago.

Art by Francine van Hove

 
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Posted by on September 20, 2017 in Poetry, Still Life

 

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