Gold waves of wheat sway in the wind
we walk in silence to our tree,
to rest awhile from midday sun
and watch the busy bumblebee.
A golden feathered husk of wheat
toyed playfully within your hand,
strokes now my sunkissed arms and face
transporting me to wonderland.
My mind is lost and far away
disolving into time and space,
as you rain kisses on my neck
unravelling my dress of lace.
Sweet buttercup and daisy are
the secret bed on which we lay,
as cool and soft as eiderdown
while butterflies put on display.
I close my eyes to hear the sounds
and feel a tickle on my lips,
a muffled laugh against my neck
sweet grasses weave through fingertips.
Dark lashes are like curtains drawn
across my lover's eyes of blue,
strong hands begin their sensual trek
his body glistens like the dew.
My searching hands trace lines of life
that frame the smiling face I see,
a shadow falls across my eyes
and blocks the sun above our tree.
That dear sweet smile that captivates
and causes hearts to skip a beat,
firm lips that part are cider kissed
awaiting still more to complete.
The golden wheat waves us goodbye
again our love carved in the bark,
I feel that place upon my neck
where cider kisses leave their mark.
A contest entry
- Rhyme and Flow part 5 Love, romance or sensual - 50,000 points series by cricketjeff.
4000 points, ended July 16, 2008, 55 entries
Honorable mention
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
Comments
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softly romantic and well rhymed and flowed, overall a lovely poem.
Thanks for the entry and please keep coming back in the later rounds
Jeff and Sue
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I love this poem, so romantic and sweet. And it has an excellent flow. Well done
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Good rhyme and metre
I like this poem because it is a romantic, happy poem and it reflects that feeling very well.
I like the 'cider kisses'.
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I absolutely adore that photo and the pastoral feel to this. You haven't topped Virgil, but no one can.
Nice work, and your rhyme was good, for the most part.
-Cristina
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