I cup your face with my hands
like white tulips
in full bloom
But then everything with you
is a bud
or flaring leaf
when the moon draws its bow
to amber our skin
with harvest of the season
The sting of joy, lilt of crimson tide
engulfs me
Mingling with a taste of sorrow
for fleeting moments of spring
Double-edged, the night orbits
into its own mystery-
We can't carve nor grasp it
but in silent reverence
let it wash over us
speaking its own words & perhaps
bearing flowers so rare
we melt as if our bodies are on fire-
How beautiful the moon rises
now
As I embrace you
with all tenderness in me
Whatever words brim on my lips
is inadequate, language fails me
each time
I love you
Posted for D'verse Poets Pub - Hosted by Brian Miller
Picture credit: here
I'm amazed by each of your poems...it's just incredible that someone can come with so much awesome stuff so regularly. I'm now officially a fan.
ReplyDeleteha. perhaps the heat is too hot for mere words...smiles...when the moon draws its bow...i like that...sweet music...i have used the word 'cup' the last two days...i think i am in love with it...smiles...so your use as well amused me...
ReplyDeleteanother fav line was the double edged night orbitting in mystery
Language often does fail us in these scenarios doesn't it? Sometimes the emotions that we most want to put into words are the very emotions that words simply cannot do justice to. An irony that has befallen many a heart over the course of the centuries :)
ReplyDeleteSomehow I think the words is not needed with a passion like this.. maybe our actions speaks more than words.
ReplyDeletesmiles... you know... i don't like to talk as well in certain moments.. cause i fear there are no words to match what i feel
ReplyDeleteGrace a very sensual poem. >KB
ReplyDeleteI need a cold shower after this one; yes, coitus trumps banter, & the wings of eros banish words from the love mists wafting in a room of love. Like Brian, I dig our line /double-edged, the night orbits/into its own mystery/.
ReplyDeleteJust gorgeous Grace!
ReplyDeletewhen the moon draws its bow to amber our skin with harvest of the season
ReplyDeleteI wish I could be so eloquent, Grace. You are truly romantic. I love the closing stanzas:
ReplyDeleteWhatever words brim on my lips
is inadequate, language fails me
each time
I love you
Beautiful work Grace. I so love your take on this challenge.
ReplyDeleteYes! Some moments are meant for actions that inspire the celestial orbs to speak instead of us. Many happy returns of these times.
ReplyDeletePoetry to my ears and beautiful words that inspire the world. :)
ReplyDeleteI love your imagery of language singing. :)
Beautiful Grace. I thought you captured that time when 'I Love You' never seems enough. Lovely enjoyed your writing once again.
ReplyDeleteAh! moon maiden, you have me moon struck again. Beautiful.
ReplyDeletelanguage fails me each time I love you... maybe so but I this poem you speak eloquently
ReplyDeleteWhen such an embrace is had no words surely need to be had
ReplyDeleteThe words of love are just difficult to express outwardly. It has to do with lots of touch whispers and lots of sweet nothings! Wonderful write Grace!
ReplyDeleteHank
Delicious...every word, every phrase, first lines and last ones...
ReplyDeleteGreat poem!
ReplyDeleteLove the sensuality, the love, as you expressed it here, Grace.
ReplyDeleteThe ending literally brought tears to my eyes. This is beautifully written. A very poignant silence.
ReplyDeleteVery sensual, how can mere words describe a tenderness felt in that moment when silence is the only language needed. Great poem Grace.
ReplyDelete:) Wow! such a lovely way of expressing love, falling in love day by day!
ReplyDeleteAww just lovely and romantic. :)
ReplyDeleteIn Love, words do get in the way - and the unsaid is remembered forever fondly.
ReplyDelete...such gentle, sensual words
ReplyDeleteThose words brought tears to my eyes is love has no words
ReplyDeleteThe last two couplets are amazing and a poem in themselves! Beautiful!
ReplyDeleteGorgeous, just gorgeous!
ReplyDeleteso romantic !
ReplyDeleteYour poem states that language fails you, but the first image in those two opening verses is simply perfect:
ReplyDelete"I cup your face with my hands
like white tulips"
So tender and touching!
ReplyDeletePassionate.....beautiful!!
ReplyDeleteWith love, actions are definitely more eloquent. Passionate and lovely writing as usual, Grace. :-) Happy weekend.
ReplyDeleteYou are right, Grace. Words can fail us even during very romantic moments.
ReplyDeleteTestimony to your artistry, Grace.
ReplyDeleteSo endearing and wanting and haunting
ReplyDeletelove sees no boundaries and well no words! very beautiful
ReplyDeleteI vaguely remember this feeling...it's been a long time since I was at a loss for words for this reason..ha! Lucky you.
ReplyDeleteSimply beautiful Heaven..
ReplyDeletepeace
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<3 love
ReplyDelete"to amber our skin
ReplyDeletewith harvest of the season"
I declare this a perfect love poem. :)