You drag me up the crumbling slope with promises of dawn,
The clover clinging to your heels with mettle’s wayward brawn,
You slip and almost feed your flesh down mountain’s deep ravine
To pick a beetle’s heedless shape asleep inside the green
While I just bask in graceful thighs and lust of times foregone...
our fingers knotted, like the sprouting roots of young oak
suckling mother soil’s moisture,
your eyes... birds finding refuge in the nest of mine, chirping,
the green of forest whispering, telling us tales of a sun
fallen asleep upon the wide glade and burning in its own warmth.
Your fingers dress my aching wrist in petals freshly born
And pollen culled at tip of nose from morning-glory’s horn,
A swiping move, the blanket floats at home with summer’s weeds
The basket rolls and cherries squash amongst the raining seeds,
Your eyes for moments tensely long regard the sun with scorn...
my whisper slides down your chest,
a deep sigh of joy flutters away as I embrace your waist,
my skin brittle like an egg's shell
and my bones soft like spring’s soil soaked a chilly brook’s life
and washed clean with the sweet smell of grass.
You shriek entranced into my ears and roll inside the cloth
To muffled sounds of popping fruit along your body’s swath,
The splashing stains of seeping red infest your linen’s white
Your peeling skirts bedash my eye a virgin’s night delight
And flames escape your flaring nose to die in bubbling froth...
lips hungrily engorge the wells’ boiling magma
collected from your reluctant mouth and cupped palms
and I feel the soggy blanket pouring its unfermented wine
deep inside my body’s creases and crevices
as drunken birds drop and fall all around us.
A vixen’s sudden raging fit assails your thrusting hips,
Your fingers curl to sickle’s blade and flail in roving sweeps
To shear your whites and shear my skins and grope for fire’s trail
Then guide my lust inside your lust and set a burning sail
As cherries bellow in the storm devouring our lips...
a mouths’ symphony of exploding seeds and sputtering juice
as hungry teeth slash through hungry tongues
and your hand, that silent vagabond,
finds shelter in the shade of my awakened bosom
while furious bush fires devastate my love enflamed valley.
You lie asleep inside my arms, imprisoning my waist,
The liquid drops of early sun inside your eyes encased,
I braid the cherries’ broken stems with strands of sizzling hair
And write my mind beneath your skin with finger’s stinging flare
While love’s perfumes bestride the breeze and wane in wistful haste...
as the tips of your fingers swathe my tender patches of flesh
I sink my head in your stomach’s folds looking there for fragments
of the earlier ferocious me,
and of hunting you,
and of sun.
Author notes
in collaboration with sonja. i wrote the rhyming stanzas and sonja the non-rhyming (italicized) stanzas.
thank you sonja for this great and interactive collaboration
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A contest entry
- Sensual Contest by SensualWhispers.
525 points, ended August 3, 2007, 16 entries
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
Please tell me what you think
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very beautiful
I found this completley beautiful and metaphoric. I do like how you collaborated on this poem. It was well written, my liking definitely swayed to the rhymed parts of this poem. Thank you for entering and giving it all you've got but unfortunately you did not make it to the finalist list. Kassie
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a beautiful ballad from the two of you poets that have mastered the meter and flow of poetery in the essence of timing and fantasy.
Tamara
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Thank you dear friend for naming this poem ballad. We both tried to do it the best way, and to unite our poetical experience and style and to make a new kind of poetry - his hot and sharp and painted into the colors of immeasurable fantasy and mine...whatever it is...with the taste of fruit and sweet wine.
~Sonja~
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Filled with wonder... WONDERFUL
I liked the leading then following aspect of this write. Never one controlling the other, but a mutual journey into passion. Lady Sonja, you have become somewhat less inhibited since our last encounter... your freedom is exhilerating. I enjoyed this offering immensely... kudos to you both.
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Thank you dear friend for this valuable comment and applause.
I am still learning, language and poetry, and I hope that I know something more that a year ago. It was never easy to write poem in collaboration, especially this kind of poetry, because of different poetical styles and distance. I am glad that you find it good.
~Sonja~
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(breaths heavily!)
My Goodness Ladies!
This is filled with intrigue - You've captured a sensual picnic and with each stanza I was thoroughly intrigued!
Magnificient collaboration!
The best to you both in the contest!
Tang
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Thank you Tang, but I am the only lady here, lol... thank you for this so nice comment and good wishes. It was a great challenge to write together with so talented poet.
~Sonja~
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There is alot of great images that spring out of this poem. It is a nice poem but somehow there just seems to be something off with it. I am not sure if it is the flow or the change between the ryhming and non rhyming parts. Do not get me wrong it is a good poem but something just does not feel right. Maybe it is just me.
But good luck in the contest.. -
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well, let's agree then it is just you
thanks for your visit
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