At Midnight Poem by Liza Sud

At Midnight



She called him to be a guest -
She desired - and could find,
The one who could spin her head
In the dark of the blue night.

So it came the midnight time:
Guest appeared at the door.
And with his face in a glow
to her feet he sweetly bowed.

Then he quietly got up
And fell silent. Silent. Tired.
And she looks - a question mark.
Why your face is like watchdog?

Is there really something wrong?
Here is a diaper, here is a girdle.
And the bread and magic wine
wait for you for a long time.

He with stupid look and long
looks at diapers and girdle
Like some kind of a maniac...
And he did not take a cup.

With a look he pierces her,
as if kissing by an eye,
lifting her soul to the sky
where big kisses are so hot.

They are watching one other.
To believe in this great wonder?
That a fairy tales say
How sweet's to copulate,

From which there is a whirling
like a spiral, dizzy swirling,
And then merging into one
Ugh, like in a movie ban.

And she is afraid of him,
She's awake as in a dream,
Be a guest! To pinch his cheeks?
Why stand still as if a grinch?

She froze too. And she stopped breathing.
The mice scratching riles her hearing.
And he seems as to faint back
At the ceiling watching up.

Suddenly the door is creaking,
Noise is coming from the ceiling,
It is twisting, it's exciting,
As if covering all the mansion

By the Yellow golden light.
Beam draws ways in the dark night,
as if looking where to find -
Light has flooded all inside,

Her eyes mercilessly blinds
At her forehead puts some signs
as if the crown embraced,
went inside, and so enslaved.

She is in awe: what is it?
Everything seems golden-lit
and around and inside,
And burns stronger than a fire.

And through the light veil stands out
Not a playboy but a cloud:
In the smoke - the Yellow light
Takes a guest and lifts him up

Carries him up through the ceiling.
Where? She'll never be intriguing.
Happily she dummies up.
Joy? Where is the one beloved?

Suddenly her chest is widened.
Breathing happily and wildly.
If the Day came: Guest - watch up! -
Disappeared. And all got dark.

Sunday, July 28, 2019
Topic(s) of this poem: midnight,poem
COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Unnikrishnan E S 28 July 2019

Hi Liza, Pretty long poem. Too unlike of Liza. Loved the way you constructed the story, without every slipping into. Even when you say, “How sweet it is to copulate “, it looks as if you are not speaking of. Loved reading, With a look he pierces her, as if kissing by an eye, lifting her soul to the sky where big kisses are so hot.

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