Saturday, 26 April 2014

Intimate dusk




the night's spell lingers

after we are joined ribs & hands

intimately, your name still on my lips 

scent of musky leather & spicy jasmine- 



this is the charm

as we knit a reunion:

there is seeding & watering of roots,

each raindrop, a caress that dares me

to risk & fall further into your



beautiful nakedness-

warm as soil, bronze & startling luster

I'll always remember -

Touch me, I am parched -



you spin this raw canvas

the bluest-purple sky I have ever seen - 

my wind-song,      

electric as samba drums-

refrains an evening star, pearl-luster & opulent-  



cover me with mad pollen of spring

and let your mouth seek me

as it was -  your first kiss 

turning me pink-petaled under late April sky-  





The radiance of the morning

dazzles because you're here

unequivocally

claiming all of my heart-sewn words -




Posted for D'verse Poets Pub - OpenLinkNight - Thanks for the visit ~ Happy weekend ~

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46 comments:

  1. What an intimate poem. I'd say this poem is perfect for Theme Thursday's Theme (http://www.theme-thursday.com/).

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  2. there's beautiful intimacy in this grace... love the seeding & watering of roots...

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  3. beautifully seductive and romantic. also read and love your duet with Abhra.

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  4. Serene, romantic, sensual, beautifully written... (mad skills) :)

    a poetic hug
    1ManView

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  5. Intimate and full of longing. Beautiful poetry with intense inclinations.

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  6. Grace this was a wonderful write, though to my mind you've written twoseparate poems both equally good. The first which is my favorite of the two could be ended at the stanza
    "beautiful nakedness-

    warm as soil, bronze & startling luster

    I'll always remember -

    Touch me, I am parched -" and would be very exquisitely tender and beautiful. >KB

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    1. Thank you KB ~ Sometimes I don't know how to end my post and just keep on writing, smiles ~

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  7. This is a wonderful intimate poem.. love how you use the colors (as you do so well)... really tender

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  8. Lots a great imagery, it's really gets across the idea of a unity, a bond, and mutual need. I like the way you incorporate knitting, colors, flower petals and the overall feeling of wanting.

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  9. your words are so succulent. & necessary.

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  10. For me, lots of highlights here Grace... For example:

    "a caress that dares me

    to risk & fall further into your

    beautiful nakedness-

    warm as soil, bronze & startling luster..."

    And a truly terrific fifth stanza:

    "cover me with mad pollen of spring

    and let your mouth seek me

    as it was - your first kiss

    turning me pink-petaled under late April sky"

    Also:

    "Touch me, I am parched -" says so much, so neatly...

    With Best Wishes Scott

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  11. sensual, intimate and a beautiful read.

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  12. A seeding and watering of roots ... you speak the language of sensual love so well and travel its landscape with such ease.

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  13. so lovely, spinning down into that beautiful last stanza... bringing it all home with the dawn of a new day.

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  14. that there are men and women is worthy to celebrate... that there is love is reason to live

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  15. Sometimes you touch me so deeply, especially as a military wife. I loved this

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  16. Dazzling stuff, Grace -- "touch me, for I am parched" - a delicious entree up to the last stanza, which doesn't really seem necessary or needs more of a flaming dessert to finish things off. Fine work.

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  17. Truly beautiful.
    'Touch me, I am parched' - luscious!
    Anna :o]

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  18. Oh yes Grace, you spin the seductive well. Brava!

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  19. beautifully intense and erotic...woot woot! ~jackie~

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  20. Very very intimate piece - smiles. Tonight I published our duet poem.

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  21. Both as one, way to be under moon or sun

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  22. You're so expert at realizing these very intimate and private moments. Beautiful.

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  23. dazzles because you're here
    unequivocally
    claiming all of my heart-sewn words

    Love triumphs at the end. How beautiful it can be! Perfect ending, there's a finality to contend with! Wonderful write Grace!

    Hank

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  24. Happy weekend to you. Enjoyed your poem. Heart-sewn words...my favorite.

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  25. Romantic, sensual, seductive. Nobody I know writes romance in poetry like you do. :-)

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  26. The last stanza is my favorite! Perfect coming from a poet. :)

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  27. beautifully expressed expressions............

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  28. Damn. Just... Damn.

    I... I'm gonna need a minute.

    That was.... that was... everything. Sensual, beautiful, thirsty-quenching.

    Wow...

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  29. Wow, Grace - this is wonderful.. I love the ebb & flow of it, the gentle crescendo to "all my heart sewn words". Wonderful imagery.

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  30. Grace,
    This is so sensual and engaging, and done with such nuance and intelligence...I just love the inspiration behind the section conflating all the physical sensations with the germinating power of the season. Very well done.
    Steve K.

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  31. You have a charmed way with words, quickening my pulse and senses. So many great lines - watering of roots, touch me I am parched, turning me pink-petaled under late April sky - I would have liked that to be the final line, I admit!

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    1. Thanks for the feedback Marina ~ I am always conflicted on what point I have to end my lines ~

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  32. Grace, I love the intimacy in this poem-lovely. Happy Sunday :)

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  33. I love this, Grace... especially the 4th stanza.

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  34. Your pink-petals reminded me of the sensual art of Georgia O'Keefe, and how wonderful to read a tender love-poem that celebrates love, without the interruption of strife, abandonment, or chaos; clever coupling; love the lines /you spin this raw canvas/the bluest-purple sky I have ever seen/my wind song. A sterling passionate read, thanks.

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  35. So intimate and sensual: the seeding and watering of roots…"touch me I am parched" and the colors. Brilliant stuff. Thank you.

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  36. beautifully intimate. The last stanza gives the promise of a long-term relationship.

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  37. Only just noticed this one. Glad I didn't miss such beauty!

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