Sterling Notes, Platinum, Titanium

Sterling notes set the stage;

        a symphonied hope

around your neck.  In wait lies

a broken chain.   Shall you gather

the shattered links?

Shall you gather?

“Let me see it…” says the almighty

players, phantomed and  backgrounded

like omnipotent whispers; Voices

singing dissonant chords in your mind.  Wait –

‘Tis true

the symphony plays on,

awaiting

the cadenza-silhouette of lust lost,

f0und anew in the pit

of orchestrated chaos.

First lady of the stage

is but a line from the pages

of my book - an obedient servant;

My words serpentine enough in

their curvaceous slickness.

But shall your love come?  Shall he

come slippery like my hands: Suave-coated,

smooth and full,

lotioned with my truest emotion – Power,

my sweet-faced angel…  Shall he come…

My face is of mahogany, no longer

able to perpetrate the ghost

spectating & hidden beyond the façade of standing

ovation.  No longer needed

is the mask.

Though I think you understand my need

for and of sterling chains, my need

perpetuating small fallacies

under the gaze of platinum-lined curtains

and before gold sconces as the passing fad.

I once knew expensive tastes,

things from other worlds…

But shall I have ever known

the essence of you, perhaps

us as Titanium links:  unbreakable?

Call me tainted or biologically

impaired; I sip chardonnay,

sterling a passed shade

on the skin of your lover’s nappy neck -

Copyright © 2005 Jacquii Cooke