A list of what the flower owns

Pinch of morning 
rain slicking blades green

Remnant of snake's skin
warm & dangerous

Secrets of bees
As they circle as matadors

Devouring all affections,
Making you hungry for stinging 

Kisses.  Perfume. Cinnamon 
seeds.  Volley of crisp winter air 

that guzzles your lungs
flaring your nostrils red

your skin honey-yellow moist
when I am

opening 
to you-

Photography by Totomai Martinez

Posted for Imaginary Garden for Real Toads:   Play it Again - Write a Flowery Poem in a Non-cliched way & Word Count With MamaZen (Hungry in 57 Words) & Poets United

Seducing with TenWords

I don't wear
red
shoes nor lipstick
Only spice
                earthly- 

Fruit

I draw from memory -
      half-dazed moon
      peeling your skin
                                ripening


~0~0~


Spell


Night sky carried you
    between violin percussions
    & electric kisses


~0~0~


Unmasked


With you
    i 
    become midnight 
    fire & oil 
    burnishing golden
    


First post is for Poetry Jam - Shoes or Feet hosted by Mary
And for D'verse Poets Pub - TenWords hosted by Victoria ~  Thanks to Brian for fun form, smiles ~

photo credit:  here  

Reasons

Let me count the ways:

The day is a splendor in glass

Weaving my brokenness to light

My memories, sepia & rust-veined

Ignite with colour & shades of robust wine

Though the pinery oaks are shedding fast

My eyes are glad of piles of sweet apples

Of plums, pumpkins, & pears in baskets

The sun burns, soft as milkweed

I tally fallen maple leaves on ground:

Orange brown, yellow corn, russet wood

As I lay my head on bed of wet leaves

Your eyes are crinkling of sky

I hear murmurings of starlings  

I taste the pulp of orange tamarind fruit,

Shaved ice on purple yam & custard-

Bread, newly baked, is honey on my tongue

Your kisses, hard of passion

Swirls my skin to roaring sea tide 

Where but here

Leaves flame until the last dying breath

You are the beekeeper,

Keeping my heart a seed

In this garden of nettle sage,

blue cornflower & lavender


You are the reason I stay

Posted for D'verse Poets Pub - List Poem - Hosted by Tony M ~

Milk & Honey

Music weaves in our
                                        story

Once when we were
                                        young

Running around city
                                        lights

Perfume of flowers on our
                                        arms

We rock town with milk &
                                        honey

Jazz & blues & reggae
                                       notes

Climbing faster, we shake 
                                       & sway

Now the sky is a mellowed
                                       apple

Watching every moment
                                       turn

to ripeness.   Time is a
                                       bass

guitar strings on slow
                                       tempo

keyboards & horns bubble
                                       lazily        

You, who still plucks
                                       flowers

from air & kisses me wild at
                                       night        

Get lost in rhythm, a
                                      river

Pulsing, electric waves 
                                      fusion

Of soul & instrument, while
                                              i                                              

Marvel how we love each
                                       time

The beat goes on, on &
                                       on

Photography by :  Benoit Courti

Posted for D'verse Poets Pub - Hosted by Anthony D ~
I'm listening to some reggae roots music ~  The title is from one of the songs ~

A distance divides us

What the blood moon stirs, contains you  
a pearl oyster against the lilac clouds

What the sky silvers, turns the past
to water of memories and foam

What the maple trees bare, skins the
night to fragments, fragile by time

The cold wind sands, awakening
me, frozen in our memories

I watch dawn unfold, its fingers threading
a spider web, marbled in infinite blue

To the deepest of the wells
I draw you, scent of shadows & pines

Your image smiles in its pure circle*
But what of your face as I reach to touch you?

It wavers, growing old, belonging 
to another*

Title and line inspired by E. Montale's poem, The Well

(Cigola la carrucola del pozzo)

The pulley of the well-shaft creaks,

water rises to the light and dissolves you.

A memory trembles in the refilled pail,

an image smiles in its pure circle.

Touch your face to evanescent lips:

the past wavers, grows old,

belongs to another…

Ah, how the wheel groans

already, returns you to the dark depths,

vision, a distance divides us. 

Frozen in Water

Photography:   Brooke Shaden

Posted for Imaginary Garden with Real Toads - We are getting inspiration from by 
E. Montale's work and Poets United - Thanks for the visit ~