Thursday, 3 December 2015

The perfume of moon



The ache is a susurration
pounding my chest with oxygen-fire
Let us put down these arrogant masks

And bid midnight to come, wine-
spilled with our tempest secrets,
Our eyes starved with possibilities

Not even our families at war, can define
Our words find each other
like threads to needle's eye, spooning like velvet storm

Each touch is mercury's fever
Marking time like panther chasing a wild harmony
Let's begin our own dancing, slow

sipping the perfume of night-blooms
Gripping us with passion's forbidden fruit
Thick with cups of spice

The full moon moans 
at the back of my throat-
I say your name
                           over
                                     & over




Posted for D'verse Poets Pub - Synesthesia hosted by Victoria C. Slotto - Thanks for the visit ~

27 comments:

  1. Ten times incredible, Grace, sensual, romantic, weaving the synesthesia into the lovely lusty fabric of the piece. Just when you thought nothing new could be written about R&J, you come up with this gem. I like the line /marking time like panther chasing a wild harmony/.

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  2. Intense passion in this, Grace, with such perfect imagery. I also was going to quote the panther line--you've got a winner here. Thank you.

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  3. Sensual, romantic - I thought R&J before I saw the illustration, so clear were your words. This is a knockout of a poem and it just beckons one to read yet one.more.time.

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  4. This poem is a lovely romantic slow dance of words...love it, Grace.

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  5. Oh this is beautiful....made me ache, reading it.

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  6. I had to read it again too. I love the sensuality and sexual tension in this...parents be damned! Love the last stanza!

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  7. Grace, I thought this a powerful piece. I especially liked, the opening stanza. The adamant quality behind the words makes you sit up to take notice right from the start.
    The ache is a susurration
    pounding my chest with oxygen-fire
    Let us put down these arrogant masks
    Smiles...>KB

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  8. Beautifully haunting :D especially love " spooning like velvet storm" :D


    Lots of love,
    Sanaa

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  9. With passion like that more than a name may get shouted lol

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  10. "Our words find each other
    like threads to needle's eye, spooning like velvet storm"... and then that ending....swoon.

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  11. Pastel susurrations
    Loves breath
    gently
    streaming
    light of skin
    comes alive
    iN torrent
    of
    red
    with.. again..:)

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  12. the words like magic wand awakening the senses here...beautiful Grace....

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  13. 'the moon moaning at your throat', how inspired

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  14. Oh the way you weave in the senses here.. such a wonderful piece of writing. It does really make sense to use Synesthesia for passion.

    "Our eyes stirred with possibilities" ... really that is how it should be.

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  15. You pulled me in with your first line: sussuration is a magical word.

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  16. A tempestuous love poem and I like how in spite of families, "our words find each other".

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  17. Girl, this is gorgeous. I LOVE that artwork.

    I'm crazy over these lines:

    "Let us put down these arrogant masks
    And bid midnight to come, wine-"

    "Each touch is mercury's fever"

    the last stanza

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  18. Love the moon moaning at your back...a lot going on here...feverish indeed! As always, a beauty, Grace.

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  19. I love 'mercury's fever' - really catchy and well formulated.

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  20. Nice synesthesia take on the Romeo and Juliet tale

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  21. I found this sexy and hot and endearingly conflicted

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  22. whew! heats up a chilly evening! ~

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