My cheek ensconced in the cool dip of your chest,
as our Aureoles illumine the morning.
Their white rivers baptize our nesting aerie,
spilling from our marrow's seam,
over the sheets and into the ravine
of our cooling drowse.
And because this could only ever end
in a quiet primordial winter of willows, arid and sepulchral,
I nurse your presence ever soundly
and count the hours of languid affinity:
homespun and dulcet.
Author notes
Aereole - a circular or oblong halo around bodies in glory.
In a list
A contest entry
- do you know your colour(s)? by Nicolette.
2200 points, ended March 23, 2008, 20 entries
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
Comments
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ethereal... that's the word and feeling I get here... such a great way as well to see the whiteness and purity of colour
yepp
liking...
Good luck in this contest too...
G.x
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I want to add my sigh to this page too.... there is such a glow of love here, it rises from your words and allow the reader a view from the top, from the peaks down to where the lovers lay "homespun and dulcet".
What a beautiful take on the colour prompt...what I especially love is the authenticity of your voice, as always when you write about love, your love. I also loved the way you weaved reality into this...that it could all end... so yes, carpe diem, grab the beauty and warmth of this moment and live it to the fullest.
Simply beautiful - so soft and gentle. Thank you for sharing the colours of love with us in the contest.
~ Nicolette
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So pleased you enjoyed. Thanks for the sweet sighs and complimentative comment.
jen
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Excellent poem ...
Wanda sent me the link to it. It's a nice thing to read on a slow Sunday morning.
My question: what is a "charnel"? To me, the word evokes horror, as in a charnel-house, and that doesn't seem to go with this.
Anyway, the poem itself is very good. That's the main thing.
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I do fear for the connotations that arrive with my words, but the precise definitions of charnel are "sepulchral," or "burial ground." Huxley once wrote of his Lover's "charnel beauty;" here, I refer to the burial ground of Love from my perspective of a brimming, breathing Love.
Perhaps you are right to be swayed by the juxtaposition of that word with the rest of the poem. If it does not displease you, however, I'll not change it and enjoy it just the same.
Thank you for the kind comment. Glad to be a part of your slow Sunday morning.
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It didn't displease me ..
it just confused me.
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beautiful...
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Thank you.
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Sighhh...God, this is so beautiful.
Wanda
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Thank you so much for the kind words & the reference to ecrivain.
jen
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