darkly, yours

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

night air bristles, the way spice darkens 
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 ~

only red lipstick

when the day's done
              unbox 
                      me,  
              sliding each 
                      teeth
out of margins, 
             i'm redolent
             under 
                      moonlight

oyster sky is 
             your face
swooping down             

swirling snowdrops 
             out of winter's depths

i close my eyes
             as each 
                      hot-peppered kiss
             unzips me 
                      with fingertips
             soft as 
                      tulips



Posted for dVerse Poets - Quadrille, a post of 44 words with the word Zip.  Hosted by De Jackson over at dVerse pub.  Come by at 3pm EST for the fun challenge.  
             

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 





~0~0~0~





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. 

Tanka

read my letter as
you would pare ripe fruit - juiced
liquid clinging thick
words settle on your tongue - soft
as snowflake, tanged with sugar



~0~0~



moon song - velvety
against swaying maple trees
your face is candle
flicking deep night stars  - amber
against slope of my chest - pinked





Posted for D'verse Poets Pub - Tanka, hosted by Kanzensakura.

Thanks for the visit.

Echoes of music

You are the snappy rhythm
my fingers catch, dally & dance


On black & pale ivory keys
Even with no sheets to follow


You are the sun-lit river tides
my rib bones pulse & thrum


You are the flickering rain
on wood & fresh pines my feet sway to


Under verdant sky & billowing clouds
Stringing of noisy grey geese returning


to spring season of maple trees
Open the front door & hear- lilt, verve, cadence-


Never lost, it waits to be found-
This music, & you




The above poem is an edited poem.  Below is the original poem.


You are the rhythm
my fingers catch & play


On black & white keys
Even with no sheets to follow


You are the river tides
my rib bones pulse & thrum


Under verdant sky
Stringing of noisy geese returning


to spring season of maple trees
Open the door & hear the call


Your music was never lost
It was just waiting to be found




Posted for D'verse Poets pub - Hosted by Victoria C. Slotto.  We are asked to edit an old poem and kick it up with sensory details.