...I found fault in everything, everything that now
seduces me to swim nude upon black petal nights
that rhyme with my body's answer to your slow hand
inside my sighing place, before you came I was a
tearless virgin, now my body reads like a prized map
Marco Polo would follow to his death, with my name
on his last breath
S.
Now that was an incredible, moving piece :)
ReplyDeletehey Ben, tY.
ReplyDeleteOooh ... deliciously written!
ReplyDeletebreathless. you truly left me breathless with this.
ReplyDeleteA beautifully sensuous awakening.
ReplyDeletedear Deborah, I'm glad this bonbon is pleasing
ReplyDeleteto your palate.
lyrical, Loulou - O. breathlessness...a state
ReplyDeleteof suspended joy -wonderful & ty.
Kerry, hi. I'm no Kate Chopin, but I'll certainly
ReplyDeletetake the compliment. Please return.
Oh my dear, I think you just make me heave out loud. People in my office are staring.
ReplyDelete;)
Beautifully textural ~ Alexandra
ReplyDeleteI like your poetry, and the way you use rhyme. ...which is a rather large compliment, since I usually hate poetry. ;D
ReplyDeletexo
Cammmilla, if my bonbon made you heave then
ReplyDeleteconsider this a belated birthday present.
Princess Alexandra, hello.
ReplyDeleteWell then, so glad you enjoyed Mitch.
ReplyDeleteSo very seductive...the sighs of a virgin to the moan of a siren...Love it!
ReplyDeletehey Susie - I love that you read my poetry
ReplyDeleteso carefully -TY