at last, the day folds to dusk
and our stiff masks fall aside, forgotten
in the room, ready for the flint of our skin
my fingers trace, retrace veins of desire
remembering the drip of golden honey
from mouth of your song
love me
with all the certainty you can muster
chocolates to red
sweet, with heat, twines with peppered kick
we melt: sea of flames
the sight of strawberry moon, rising
to straddle your hips
slow dance of tango,
musky perfume of ripe fruit, fresh rain
raking memories stolen with hard kisses
in your arms, enamoured
by the fire in your eyes, blazing bold
as stark blue flower-
i am sky - resting amidst waves of contentment
as starlight dims
love, hold me closer
you are the salt of my poetry
Posted for D'verse Poets Pub - Desire and Sexuality, hosted by guest HA, Anmol. It's been some time I have published a poem in this blog. Please join us when the pub opens at 3pm EST. Thanks for the visit ~
Grace, this is so magnificent and beautiful.
ReplyDeleteLove that final line.
ReplyDeleteThis is wonderful.. love how you write from this blog... I had forgotten how hot you could write. This tastes a lot like Neruda...
ReplyDeleteLove the use of only couplets for the coupling
ReplyDeleteOh my. There it is. That's the good stuff.
ReplyDeleteAnybody else need a cigarette? (I don't even smoke!)
Better than the muse is the salt of poetry.
ReplyDeleteStunning Grace!
ReplyDeleteThe perfect blend of poetic sensuality and fetching form; couplets work well as stated. This one does over reach the mere romantic, and dangles its toes in the erotic; nicely penned. I like the line /raking memories stolen with hard kisses/.
ReplyDeleteWoww!💞 This is heavily sensuous and alluring, Grace. Especially love; "night air bristles, the way spice darkens chocolates to red."💞
ReplyDeleteSuch contentment waves sure are fine by we
ReplyDeleteOh man Grace, this is lush, rich, in its feel, sound, taste, and fragrance. What a sensual tour de force. I need to see where my wife... ;-). Beautiful work!
ReplyDeleteOoh, the sensual kick and energy in it is bristling, wholesome and beautiful — there is a deep bond and connection as we wade through the delicate ripple of this imagery which makes it even more satisfying.
ReplyDeleteI loved this bit: "sweet, with heat, twines with peppered kick/we melt: sea of flames // the sight of strawberry moon, rising/to straddle your hips". And the sweet, sweet ending too.
Wow, Grace...I mean, Scarlet...well done.
ReplyDeleteFabulous writing, Grace/Scarlet! I could rave about every line but there’s isn’t enough time this morning. :) The lines I’d pick out as exceptional are connected to taste:
ReplyDelete‘remembering the drip of golden honey
from mouth of your song’
and
‘you are the salt of my poetry’.
Fabulous, the undercurrent is strong *grin*
ReplyDeleteScarlet woman! such exquisite imagery and imagination
ReplyDelete"twines with peppered kick
we melt"
Gorgeous!! Oh to be the salt of someone's poetry...
ReplyDelete"the flint of our skin"...honey, spice, pepper, strawberry, chocolate, salt...a feast of a poem...well done..Jim
ReplyDeletelove me
ReplyDeletewith all the certainty you can muster - love this line so very much
oh Grace this is another side of you that is so beautifully expressed.
I am sky...oh this says so much without even trying. I am a mess of feelings now!
wow!!!
ReplyDeleteYou do sensual with incomparable beauty!
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