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 ~
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/.
ReplyDeleteIntense 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.
ReplyDeleteSensual, 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.
ReplyDeleteThis poem is a lovely romantic slow dance of words...love it, Grace.
ReplyDeleteOh this is beautiful....made me ache, reading it.
ReplyDeleteI had to read it again too. I love the sensuality and sexual tension in this...parents be damned! Love the last stanza!
ReplyDeleteBeautiful and enchanting ending.
ReplyDeleteGrace, 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.
ReplyDeleteThe ache is a susurration
pounding my chest with oxygen-fire
Let us put down these arrogant masks
Smiles...>KB
Beautifully haunting :D especially love " spooning like velvet storm" :D
ReplyDeleteLots of love,
Sanaa
Love susurration...
ReplyDeleteWith passion like that more than a name may get shouted lol
ReplyDelete"Our words find each other
ReplyDeletelike threads to needle's eye, spooning like velvet storm"... and then that ending....swoon.
Pastel susurrations
ReplyDeleteLoves breath
gently
streaming
light of skin
comes alive
iN torrent
of
red
with.. again..:)
the words like magic wand awakening the senses here...beautiful Grace....
ReplyDelete'the moon moaning at your throat', how inspired
ReplyDeleteWonderful!
ReplyDeleteOh the way you weave in the senses here.. such a wonderful piece of writing. It does really make sense to use Synesthesia for passion.
ReplyDelete"Our eyes stirred with possibilities" ... really that is how it should be.
You pulled me in with your first line: sussuration is a magical word.
ReplyDeleteA tempestuous love poem and I like how in spite of families, "our words find each other".
ReplyDeleteGirl, this is gorgeous. I LOVE that artwork.
ReplyDeleteI'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
Love the moon moaning at your back...a lot going on here...feverish indeed! As always, a beauty, Grace.
ReplyDeleteI love 'mercury's fever' - really catchy and well formulated.
ReplyDeleteNice synesthesia take on the Romeo and Juliet tale
ReplyDeleteLovely poem Grace, mabuti ang lahat!
ReplyDeleteI found this sexy and hot and endearingly conflicted
ReplyDeleteLovely G
ReplyDeletewhew! heats up a chilly evening! ~
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