Thursday 5 June 2014

Moon-struck


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

43 comments:

  1. 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.

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  2. ha. 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...

    another fav line was the double edged night orbitting in mystery

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  3. 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 :)

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  4. Somehow I think the words is not needed with a passion like this.. maybe our actions speaks more than words.

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  5. smiles... 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

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  6. Grace a very sensual poem. >KB

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  7. I 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/.

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  8. when the moon draws its bow to amber our skin with harvest of the season

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  9. I wish I could be so eloquent, Grace. You are truly romantic. I love the closing stanzas:

    Whatever words brim on my lips
    is inadequate, language fails me

    each time
    I love you

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  10. Beautiful work Grace. I so love your take on this challenge.

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  11. Yes! Some moments are meant for actions that inspire the celestial orbs to speak instead of us. Many happy returns of these times.

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  12. Poetry to my ears and beautiful words that inspire the world. :)


    I love your imagery of language singing. :)

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  13. Beautiful Grace. I thought you captured that time when 'I Love You' never seems enough. Lovely enjoyed your writing once again.

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  14. Ah! moon maiden, you have me moon struck again. Beautiful.

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  15. language fails me each time I love you... maybe so but I this poem you speak eloquently

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  16. When such an embrace is had no words surely need to be had

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  17. The 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!

    Hank

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  18. Delicious...every word, every phrase, first lines and last ones...

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  19. Love the sensuality, the love, as you expressed it here, Grace.

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  20. The ending literally brought tears to my eyes. This is beautifully written. A very poignant silence.

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  21. Very sensual, how can mere words describe a tenderness felt in that moment when silence is the only language needed. Great poem Grace.

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  22. :) Wow! such a lovely way of expressing love, falling in love day by day!

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  23. Aww just lovely and romantic. :)

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  24. In Love, words do get in the way - and the unsaid is remembered forever fondly.

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  25. ...such gentle, sensual words

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  26. Those words brought tears to my eyes is love has no words

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  27. The last two couplets are amazing and a poem in themselves! Beautiful!

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  28. so romantic !

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  29. Your poem states that language fails you, but the first image in those two opening verses is simply perfect:
    "I cup your face with my hands
    like white tulips"

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  30. So tender and touching!

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  31. Passionate.....beautiful!!

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  32. With love, actions are definitely more eloquent. Passionate and lovely writing as usual, Grace. :-) Happy weekend.

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  33. You are right, Grace. Words can fail us even during very romantic moments.

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  34. Testimony to your artistry, Grace.

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  35. So endearing and wanting and haunting

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  36. love sees no boundaries and well no words! very beautiful

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  37. I vaguely remember this feeling...it's been a long time since I was at a loss for words for this reason..ha! Lucky you.

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  38. Simply beautiful Heaven..

    peace
    1ManView

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  39. "to amber our skin
    with harvest of the season"

    I declare this a perfect love poem. :)

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