Castle ~of~ Spirits...

___________ I ____________ ___ A p p a r i t i o n s ~ A x i s ___ Th' nape of my neck, unexpectedly teased by th' stray draft of a slow wafting breeze, like curls of stringed cobweb, dangling, clinging to th' hairs of my scruff, as i'm flinchind and reeling 'neath th' cracks of a mite festered ceiling. I stop to dust off th' silk from my neck, but nothing is ther', not a soft-stringed spec I hear th' wind whistle revealing its ruse, enveloping th' walls like a tightly pulled noose, claustrophobically surfing for anywheres exodus trap doors, stained glass... fresh air... my impetus. ____________ II ____________ ____ A n c i e n t ~ A m b i e n c e____ Ahhh, th' scent of mahogany, rosewood and pine, ancient castles, like capturing scents of fine wine by echo an' solitude, while you an' me- share a carafe of impulse an' sherry. An' I wonder if th' great King of Israel would imbibe in our spirits from chalice tip if we sojourned back by 'celestial' to 580bc.....praise *Apries an' *Psamtik; steal th' keys to their Castle at Babylon, woo th' tranquil flux of its amorous pond. ______________ III _______________ _________ A r d o r s ~ A r o m a________ You say, th' wine's made you warm inside you beckon me closer....my nod to oblige and seek oasis between your sweet breasts, on southern course 'pon yo'r request... This castle, now my throne it be - my sensual cup... my yen, my seed. I've never tasted wine so sweet a refreshing pour, my palate speaks, enticing, exciting, disarming me.... while spirits dance o'er the Castle breeze. Pronunciation-Phoenetic *(a-preeze) *(som-tik) ©Frank J. Ryan, Jr./ FjR 2013 All rights Reserved