Le Filou
when donned the mask
the transformation
smoulders forth the other
the fantasy
on wings of dreams
your lovely le filou
she is she
yet too
the other
unleashed at light of passion’s moon
manifest at your request
sustained this night
at her delight
she is your isis
she is your venus
she is your every longing loosed
and you
her jester
her lustful fool
she brings everything in life you miss
bestowed with aphrodite’s kiss
but as you burn you should know this
beneath the mask waits a strange abyss
~ ~ ~
rob kistner © 2020
Exotic and mysterious she is, in the place where only burning shadows tread.
Is she real or an apparition? One of the lighter translations of the French “le filou” is “trickster”. That dude don’t care, he is all up for being her dancing clown if need be.
Beautifully done Rob! Roleplay can provide a wonderful evening of fun and delightful clowning around!
This reminded me of the song: “I would do anything for love.”
Thank you Dwight, always appreciate your kind words. Fantasy feeds the creative soul.
This one is out there, when men played women, and transgender was only whispered. This has a classic feel to it, something out of the 19th century; very impressive.
Thank you Glenn. I was going for an “Eyes Wide Open” Kubrick kinda feel.
Ooh, such a good movie.
Yes Autumn, Kubrick’s cerebral erotica.
This is utterly decadent 🙂
Thank you Jane. …and most enjoyable. 😉
I love this:
“she is she
yet too
the other”
“she brings everything in life you miss” … what promise
This reminds me of Wild Orchid.
And “abyss” at the end, in my eyes, jumps itself into “abbess.”
Thank you Autumn. It might be kinky if she turned out to be a nun (abbess) 🙂 — but I was going for the unfathomable nature of abyss.
Such a poignant, manly poem. There is such a feeling in your words that there is a love, a longing for the mysteries of the love of a woman.
Thank you Christine. I envisioned the duality of a lover — the familiar and the unknown, the warmth and the passion.
Isn’t it funny (and sad) how the word “mask” has changed for us now? I loved that she is herself, and yet can be another.
De, it feels as though we are living in a Kubrick or Fellini movie — surreal, but terrifying.
your poem is surreal yet evocative … they are up for a fascinating time!
Hi Kate! That’s what I was going for, surreal erotica, without being smutty.
She is very intriguing… I can understand that we are willing to follow.
If it is intriguing enough Bjorn, we will find it easy to acquiesce.