Unlatched,
spring explodes - this:
- pouring rain, river spell-
painting a canvas, oiled & dabbed,
breathless-
Unlike
any art frame
-you in me, me in you -
layered in light, grey & darkness,
curled tight-
fisted,
where the flames lick
the sheets, we love harder--
bonding -- and this is where language
fails us -
Posted for: D'verse Poets Pub - OpenLinkNight - Thanks for the visit -
Poetry form: cinquain (2-4-6-8-2 syllables)
Picture credit: tumbler.com
the language fails us but the tongue doesn't not :PP
ReplyDeletehmmm..there are def. moments when language doesn't seem so important any more...whew...have to open a window now..getting hot in here...smiles
ReplyDeleteIn those moments it's good when language fails us...hot :)
ReplyDeleteha and you know...language failing in that moment it superseded by sensation and still the meaning comes across....smiles...you built the flam in this nicely grace...smiles
ReplyDeleteYeah who needs language when you got the humpty hump going haha
ReplyDeleteSometimes language is not necessary at all. This is one of those times. Beautiful writing, Grace.
ReplyDeleteI agree Mary, thank you for the lovely words ~
DeleteThe language here is enough to set off a chain reaction in my head. Aherm. Enough said...
ReplyDelete"where the flames lick the sheets, we love harder' is a REALLY great image. I forget the exact percentages, but isn't interpersonal communication primarily non-verbal. Yet, you captured that non-verbal exchange in words. Touché.
ReplyDeleteNon-verbal cues are definitely more powerful ~ But this is also about the challenge of writing about intimacy ~
DeleteThank you ~ I like that part too ~
Hard to talk with a mouth ful of.....
ReplyDeleteSorry, the cold shower beckons, toodle pip
Passion needs no language but its own. Great write.
ReplyDeleteI agree, thank you Anthony ~
Deletegreat allusion in this this, very well crafted.
ReplyDeleteDang girl... you always pen the most sensual things. I like the three cinquains, well done! Language does fail us in those moments but yours certainly doesn't in this piece. Bravo!
ReplyDeleteamazingly sensual and seductive. Lovely! Thank you for sharing!
ReplyDeleteBad Penny
You are one of the best writers of passion that I have ever read.
ReplyDeleteThanks for the lovely compliment Raven ~
DeleteI like your spring - wish it would come my way...
ReplyDeleteAnd I agree with Raven.
Anna :o]
Thank you Anna ~
DeleteMy heart was beating hard as I read these. Beautiful.
ReplyDeleteBeautiful, beautiful-- I especially love the tension between the 2nd and 3rd stanzas-- "curled tight--- fisted" -- a superb moment. Truly a great read. ~peace, Jason
ReplyDeleteI like that part too Jason ~ Thank you ~
Deletea picture can be worth a thousand words, and you painted that picture with this one.
ReplyDeletefabulously sensual.
Beautiful cinquains (though I did have to reinterpret the last one, as I read "fisted" in a way I don't think you meant me to!).
ReplyDeletePowerfully written. Especially when it is all brought home in the third stanza with the contrasting first word with its inherent violent overtones.. "fisted"
ReplyDeleteMade me cry
Wonderful when language fails us in such a way! Very nice!
ReplyDeleteThis is where language fails us... or perhaps where it is not necessary...
ReplyDeleteWho needs language at a moment like this? Hot and says it all!
ReplyDeletePassionate write, Grace. Not an easy feat to pull off, but you did splendid.
ReplyDeletePamela
language: "any system of formalized symbols, signs, sounds, gestures, or the like used or conceived as a means of communicating thought, emotion."
ReplyDeleteI'd say language didn't fail so much as eclipse the need for words.
a beautiful piece!
Love the form, love the poem.
ReplyDeleteAnd I love it that you dare explore raw passion through structured poems ;-)
I find it challenging actually ~ Thanks Ninotaziz ~
DeleteThe invigorating effect of spring is apparent. So is the emotional bonding expressing itself in the content of these lovely cinquains. There is depth to this, Grace.
ReplyDeleteWe are experiencing spring showers here ~ Thank you for the visit Eusebia ~
DeleteBeautiful!
ReplyDeleteAnd so the warmth of spring invades both body and soul. A lovely and sensuous piece, indeed.
ReplyDeleteThank you all for the lovely and encouraging comments ~
ReplyDeleteGotta love that body language. 'You say it best when you say nothing at all' as the old song goes...which I love by the way.
ReplyDeleteLove those moments when words need not exist. This is beautiful.
ReplyDeleteAbsolutely amazing and sensual post Heaven, absolutely love this, it sets such a great tone and gives me some awesome vibes.
ReplyDeleteTrue to your username here, your phrases or poems are always full of lust. Coincidentally, Chinese sometimes describe lovemaking as turning over the clouds and rain.
ReplyDeletehmm...I def need some inspiration to draw from to write something close to this..oh well ;) I am thankful for language here, for without your words to describe the feelings or non feelings as you have, we would not be able to relive/savor the moments for reading over again ;) K-
ReplyDeleteYeah! when language fails us and we speak with tongues. Love the sensuality here.
ReplyDeleteCheers,
Mark Butkus
Beautiful piece!
ReplyDeleteWhat a sensuous, romantic poem.
ReplyDeleteI need to find a new supply of adjectives,, some that have not been used but would say how much I enjoyed this poem. The raw sensuality that lust can bring alive,, and indeed leave lovers speechless with its fruition,,, :-)
ReplyDeleteIndeed, Grace.
ReplyDeleteI'd say their language is just fine, fine indeed. Have a beautiful weekend!
ReplyDeleteMuch is said without voice. Beautiful work.
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