I so crave your legged, limber limb,
such perfumed curve, cultivating genius
in now of never,
arms to bare this fruited expedition,
grassland calling
reaching out to soak up sunshine,
exposing dream
in mountain melting;
these rays of halo,
haunting heaven
as greener season, writing petal.
I have only words for fingers,
vital, velvet color, tracing lips,
sound extending touch through mystifying window,
embracing line in syllabic sequence,
holy hips,
sighing hallowed heartthrob,
exposing hollow,
in wilder blush, finding feather full of grace,
as strength in lightness,
to fill with mood,
our soaring secret.
Lay with me, and taste these rain drops,
back to earth
in eyes uplifting,
with open mouths to drink in crystal,
wetting skin to willowed stimulation,
suspending orbs of life,
as loving music,
falling from the darkest cloud,
my sensual shroud to pass in prism,
when rainbow flies in shaking sigh,
to leave me laughing.
I am seduced
to tremble tickled dream
in trickled stream,
these pieces of your perfect puzzle,
here to nuzzle me with questions,
hoping I will not be shy,
releasing seed-stemmed inhibitions.
A contest entry
- If You Love....Being A Poet by poet2angels.
650 points, ended July 22, 2008, 14 entries
Silver trophy winner
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
Please tell me what you think
Comments
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I had to read this again when I was not sleepy as I was the first time, and I caught pieces that I didn't find before...This is whisper in the wind and sigh...
So beautiful, poet
Lynda
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This is lovely and such an example of what lies within the soul of a poet!
Jus brilliant!
Lynda
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this is such a beautiful poem...I love it..
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You're great with alliteration and rhythm....its very abstract I see. That must be your style. It seems like a canvas with words as the art upon it more so than a group of words eliciting one or many reactions related to the message of those words. The title helps to tie it all together though. And that makes it a beautiful work of art.
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