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Prose - The Pedestal

Updated on March 21, 2011

Her smile held my hand
As I led her up the grand staircase
She pulled on her pleats
And carefully took her place
To be gazed upon and worshipped
Buttressed by my approval
A saint of sexual desire
She could not foreshadow her removal
As the glow of my delusion shines
She is unaware
Assuming her immortality
Cloaked by the intensity of my stare
Unspoken words are felt
She believes she has been pardoned
Mere beauty enough
For her heart had softened
Soon she paces
Back and forth in her discomfort
As for a moment
She lost her golden support
I dared avert my eye
To live if only for a moment
Alone and in control
Yet it only caused her torment
Her angelic eyes turned red
Her bosom sighed
Suddenly she realized
Her subject had lied
It was not eternal love
Or forgiving grace
Instead it was seduction
In his hands he held lace
As long as she was pretty
And demure in his presence
She could live on as a goddess
While faking its essence
What happened?
How did she lose control?
Assuming her power
She failed to see what he stole
Yes the princess
Has given her virtue
To an artful lover
Who pretended to be true
Her mistake
Was failing to heed his writ
Don't mistake my kindness
For weakness of the spirit
My power to love
Can be removed at will
As long as you are worthy
It will remain still
Spoiled by her parade
The queen commands
Her subject turns away
And begins making plans
Removing the grand staircase
He prefers an indelicate fall
The music has stopped
It is the end of the ball
Shocked to be so discarded
What was prized now refuse
Devastated by her turning fate
She lives as a recluse
The Monarch
Sheds it's wings
Crawling back to her cocoon
Solitude the sadness to which she clings
The gaze is empty
He rises from his knee
Turning to another
She hears his heart plea
Take my hand
And mount my pedestal
Let me worship you
He smiles as she becomes ornamental
Another glass to break
Another jewel to steal
His passion unending
As the conquest is greater than what he feels




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      The Suburban Poet 6 years ago from Austin, Texas

      @mckbirdbks - I added it into this one. Thank you!

      @Attempted humour - Thank you! Yeah the guy I keep writing about is not exactly who you want to build your foundation on is he?

      @Lady_Tenaz - Thank you!!!

      @Teylina - Thank you... my numbers are plummeting...

      @FGual - Thank you and maybe so... it does imply multiple loves....

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      FGual 6 years ago from USA

      Great poem, should it be named Lovers and Other Strangers?

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      Teylina 6 years ago

      Without doubt a true do a double-take; "did you read 'The Pedestal'?-- this one's even more beautiful. Numbers? Who cares? Just keeping writing.

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      Lady_Tenaz 6 years ago

      This was absolutely beautiful!!!

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      attemptedhumour 6 years ago from Australia

      Hi SP another superb rendition of lustful abandonment. I need to email you.

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      mckbirdbks 6 years ago from Emerald Wells, Just off the crossroads,Texas

      If you can do something with butterflies into cocoons feel free to do so.

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      The Suburban Poet 6 years ago from Austin, Texas

      "Butterflies into cocoons." I wish I'd thought of that... as for my number I have no clue. It may be that hubpages dislikes some of my links. There are some new rules that I need to master...

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      mckbirdbks 6 years ago from Emerald Wells, Just off the crossroads,Texas

      Turning butterflies

      into cocoons

      and that

      all to soon

      '57' really WTH