it's the taste of blue
cotton softness
on hard thighs
drawing you to me
log falls from the flames
I kiss your mouth
full of twigs
sharp tongues
and urgency
clutch onto paper
for the white
of bones
to stay pure
In a list
A contest entry
- Favorite Things PIF by pania.
1000 points, ended July 21, 13 entries
Bronze trophy winner
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
What did you think
Comments
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Interesting title - because I see you as any color you want to be; perhaps color here means either the aura around someone else for the closeness or some other beyond human state. I like those hard thighs, log falls from the flames (lots of extended meaning as well as a descriptor for place), the movement from hard thighs to log falls to mouth full of twigs, like the earthy taste of twigs and that final grasping clutch. a kind of prayer(?) that this all works. Does have a feel of a moth drawn to flames - maybe because of the first stanza.
Congratulations on the bronze.
Marlene
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Very deserving of the trophy. I enjoyed this write. good job. Pen on...
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well damn!! I want to be a color to sissy!!! lol. but whatever color you want to be is like.. something way of the color board me thinks lol.. well done sissy!! you did a wonderful job and congrats on the bronze you got a lovely color here 
Angel
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You are color for sure...not sure blue is the right one, but golor no doubt...very sensual in a soft way...great imagery and metaphor...Dr Hook had a song that this reminded me of and made me laugh, (and yes I am showing my age)...lol
Congrat;s on the trophy!
mystic
. Rewarded 6
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isn't that a good piece of writing!!
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Phew!
C
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Oh, I think you are a colour! I see a very warm red here. This is very nice, sensuous and full of passion - I was goig to say unrestrained, but I can't, really!
That first stanza, with the 'taste' and the hard thighs, got straight to me. No wonder the log fell - were the twigs the kindling? It doesn't really matter what that image was, it worked!
And the page is not blank, though the white of bones may be pure. Thank you for this fine entry in the contest -
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lol Thanks for the trophy and you can say unrestrained if you like lol all depends on who lit the fire Love, C
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yes, indeed
You give good color, poet lady.
Good luck in the contest.
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I think you are definitely color... maybe a box of crayons perhaps??? Oh, by the way, this really is lovely. Love Juls
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Why am I thinking of "Baby makes her (his) blue jeans talk"....? Hmmmm. This is lovely poetry...soft, blue, warm... pure sensuality! Loved this one..sighs!!
~ Nicolette
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he makes me feel that way lol and I like it
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Yes.....Having a conversation....hehe
This was great C!! Loved you imagery and metaphor. Delicious!
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I do so enjoy our conversations
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No comment...
LoL, nah, I always comment (:
"it's the taste of blue"
I thought this would be wholesome, but you're unpredictable.
"for the white of bones to stay pure"
Highly unlikely...
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lol Dan and I are having a conversation lol it's all his fault and I knew i should have made this 'adult' so little noses wouldn't ask!!!
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don't need to ask
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