I would no apple be
so ready beside you your blade-eye whisper, your lashes
I want your rapiers
suggestive as cream swirled to coffee and splendid
sheets off naked your silken things of the night
and the dappled shyly of peaches so smoothly you slide down
like dusk is
ardent as angels in orchards and rampant
its left behind sunshine struggling through trees
these spy and ache to whisper down their sorrow their lack of flesh
I will not lay my chaos festive as simple fare curling down vines, I
want the autumnal orchestrals of Spring and sky through kilns
and some left on fingers and lips, the ache long
you draw your thighs around slowly
So braid your notes how bluebells torment bees
I’ll be no Spring gasp the bold kite tails writhe like hips
that shed the sun in favor of winds, nor their soliloquy
their high and mighty grins full of self
and air
a naked thing of fields, I, sinewy red cardinal
I whirr, I
whirr
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whew!! wow...now here's a poem that so sensually brings a blush to my face...so wonderfully done too! those words are caresses and those lines are sweet kisses...ahhh...i'm reading you right after Night Hope..with just you two..you're making this contest way too hard to judge
I love your avatar btw...soooo cute!!!
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awww... I so love you guys. I'm just going to add my own
here and slip out the door. Congrats to you both: 
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Muahhh, Mister. 
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For some reason I thought I'd commented here already... but I see I have not.
There is something fresh and wondrously alive in this rendering. I feel cool, night-spring air where amour holds hands with the season's muses.. and they all disrobe with an innocence. Such are the ways of your poem that renew sinew and bone, causing ageless rote to believe all over again in the sustenance of touch.
As usual, the language has its own precious tongue... and I catch myself smiling with the sheer creativity of its simple perplexities.
"...I will not lay my chaos festive as simple fare curling down vines, I
want the autumnal orchestrals of Spring and sky through kilns
and some left on fingers and lips, the ache long
you draw your thighs around slowly..."
-just one passage that stood out to this grateful reader....
Yes, indeed you whirr, you whirr... and it is a sight to behold.
Best of luck in this contest, Scribe.
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I almost feel like I am intruding on a private conversation, but that makes it all the more enjoyable.
So braid your notes how bluebells torment bees
Now why couldn't I think of line like that ?
Full of truly stunning imagery.
Thankyou for the pleasure of the read.
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I adore this lil' penning of yours, Mister. So much so, I felt compelled to write you my own lil' reply when I woke up this morning...even before I finished my first cup of coffee.
This is wonderfully original, crisp, tasty...much like the apples you feed me daily. Good luck in Black Narcissus' contest, Danny. ♥
"The Way We Whirr (Reply)"
www.allpoetry.com/poem/5574029
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