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 ~
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.
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.
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.
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.
