stone to water
with every kiss
a tendril is born unto the garden
where yellow tongues of sun
taste of overripe tangerine
soft moss and purple maple leaves
grow out of my mouth
every part of me
is alive & fragrant as lime wood
twined in your nakedness
I am a season, replete with your knowing
your name
smolders under my chest
majestic
flowing through the streams of my veins
then why do I
bleed over the lines of your palms?
Adam and Eve,
by Gail Caulfield, Villa Montalvo (Italy)
Posted for D'verse Poets Pub - OpenLinkNight Hosted by Mary
Thanks for the visit
Whew. There is a bit of smoke coming off this one. Think Eve's garden is going to be a happening place tonight. Ha. Killer close too.
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I appreciate the inputs X, thanks ~
DeleteI like "with every kiss a tendril is born unto the garden." What a beautiful image that brings to mind. And the question at the end makes the reader's mind wander.... Nice one, Grace.
ReplyDeleteOh i like this.. actually feel the walk into that garden of yours is not just the tender part of love, but in the passion there is a darkness and hunger, the blood in the last line really put weight of the price for bliss.
ReplyDeleteI debated adding that last line but thought that I wanted to make my poem unexpected & open ~ Thanks for the visit ~
DeleteOh hell yes, your close is double-killer. An incredible piece to be sure, too many good lines to pick one. Eve has been blamed for so much over the centuries, it is good to share for a moment in her humanity.
ReplyDeletewhere yellow tongues of sun
ReplyDeletetaste of overripe tangerine
Loved the imagery in this poem.. its so vibrant and full of emotion! Excellent write :D
Lots of love,
Sanaa
Very nice, Grace. >KB
ReplyDeleteOh Grace, tis a lovely smouldering write.
ReplyDeleteThe blood on his palm? Even then womankind blamed for his bite of the apple?
Kind regards
Anna :o]
It could be, smiles ~ I leave that to the reader's interpretation ~ Thanks for the visit ~
DeleteI think you either started your period or slit your wrists. :P
DeleteOh my, the lushness of it, so soft, so easily sensual. Eden was truly a magnificent garden in your pen. It makes that ending question all the more harsh as ice water thrown upon a sleeping body.
ReplyDeletewow!!! wow!!! wow!!!
ReplyDeleteWhere did you come up with these brilliant lines:
you turn my ribs
stone to water
with every kiss
a tendril is born unto the garden
where yellow tongues of sun
taste of overripe tangerine
The poetry you write always breaths new elements into the readers eyes.
Beautiful words. :)
It's a deliscious, sensous read until that last line. Then Eve's, and all women's, situation becomes fully realized. Really well done, Grace.
ReplyDeleteThat is some kind of passion, even bringing forth blood
ReplyDeleteSteamy and sultry. Filled with fleshy goodness. Writing like this is the best erotica for the senses.
ReplyDelete"you turn my ribs
ReplyDeletestone to water
with every kiss"
Sheesh. That's a pretty hot poem all by itself, girl!
The closing is equally powerful. So much lust, love, and sadness woven through the lines of your poem and his hands, I presume.
As always, lovely !
ReplyDeleteWhat a lovely and full tilt sexy write this is. Smokin'......
ReplyDeleteI like this one Grace... very subtle.
ReplyDeleteA very sensuous poem, with an unexpected closing line which leaves room for various interpretations. Well-done, Grace.
ReplyDeleteA weave for the senses... Really love "I am a season, replete with your knowing"
ReplyDeleteBeautiful and sensual and love the open unexpected ending!
You love poems are such artful perfume, Grace. Powerful and delicate, urgent and calm. All the right notes. And the climax of it, bleeding on a lover's heart- and life-lines, like fate. Whew.
ReplyDeletea sensuous poem with beautiful imagery...a lovely read...
ReplyDelete"with every kiss
ReplyDeletea tendril is born unto the garden"
Love this Grace - truly beautiful.
Surely A fall
ReplyDeletestarts from
palm
lines
written
and read..
touch dances
feeling sings..
words
dead
we
die
inside..
touch more
feel US now
rise again
rEvolution
OraNgE
Comes
N0W..:)
very sensuous images; nice write
ReplyDeletemuch love...
Love how you wove color into this to create a sense of the season and then use that as a powerful metaphor.
ReplyDeleteDangerous passion beautifully created.
ReplyDeleteYour inimical blend of sensuous and fanciful. I am always astounded by how consistently beautiful and new you make your poems.
ReplyDeleteeach rose has her thorn, and a luscious scent can cover darkness. Have a good weekend, Grace ~
ReplyDeleteThe sensuality of this warms us with words. Bravo
ReplyDeleteSo much passion...and then your closing shows that even passion can have its pain. Nicely written!
ReplyDeleteAdam didn't stand a chance, hee heee hee
ReplyDeleteI am loving more and more poems like yours, Grace, with couplets that have sparse words dense with imagery and meaning. My favorite is:
ReplyDeleteyour name
smolders under my chest
I have felt that before.