Thursday, 3 November 2016

two moons ago



night air bristles,
the way spice darkens
           chocolates to red

sweet, with heat,
twines with peppered kick
            we melt: sea of flames 





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 Under ripe strawberry moon
             night's perfume:
I hear black wolf's racing pulse
             rain, musk, wood 
As your tongue cools my heated flesh
             tangled in your arms





Posted for D'verse Poets Pub - OpenLinkNight - Join us when the pub opens at 3pm EST.   I am sharing two short poems I wrote during summer season. 
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18 comments:

  1. Pat Hatt3 November 2016 at 15:13

    Such words will sure heat up the fall and make the summer even hotter.

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  2. Glenn Buttkus3 November 2016 at 15:18

    Sensuality bursts from every line; wow. I wonder if the black wolf (alpha male) is sweet on the sleek ginger bitch who runs at his side? The second poem resonates most with me, but both sizzle & please.

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  3. Bodhirose3 November 2016 at 15:43

    You give us a peek into sensuous moments that ignite passion between two. I love how skilled you are at this, Grace.

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  4. Brian3 November 2016 at 15:54

    Really evocative verse, sparse, yet laden with scents on our taste buds.

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  5. Frank Hubeny3 November 2016 at 16:06

    I liked the idea of something that "darkens chocolate to red" and melting in flames.

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  6. Marina Sofia3 November 2016 at 16:11

    I love the allusions to food and tasting in your poems, making such use of all the senses.

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  7. brudberg3 November 2016 at 16:18

    This just drips with sensuality - the way only chocolate can melt

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  8. Anonymous3 November 2016 at 16:47

    Both are fantastic, but I especially like the opening lines of the second. I'm glad to see Scarlet make an appearance. :)

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  9. Arcadia Maria3 November 2016 at 19:24

    Very sensual.

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  10. Anonymous3 November 2016 at 21:34

    Sensual..like these lines especially: way spice darkens
    chocolates to red

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  11. purplepeninportland.com3 November 2016 at 23:13

    All your senses are alive and kicking! Love this.

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  12. Mish4 November 2016 at 00:15

    Senses combined in unexpected ways makes this so tantalizing.

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  13. Kim M. Russell4 November 2016 at 03:16

    Sensuous and spicy, Grace, and I love the title!

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  14. kaykuala4 November 2016 at 08:39

    Sensuously beautiful Grace. Makes one feel young!

    Hank

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  15. Anonymous4 November 2016 at 15:49

    This time around, I'm picturing red, lipsticked lips wrapped around a black ... um, "Bic"? You know what I'm saying. :) The chocolate, the black wolf. I think they might be describing the man.

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  16. Judith 4 November 2016 at 15:52

    Black wolf's racing pulse .... delicious! Mmm. Hello Scarlet! ❤️Great structure and format.

    Mother Wintermoon

    (I had to use my old, inactive Blogger account in order to comment).

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  17. Imelda4 November 2016 at 21:33

    You have very vivid images, Grace. There are no cold nights with these lines. :-)

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  18. Unknown5 November 2016 at 10:52

    The imagery is metaphorical, but the meaning is clear. Nicely done!

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